Not Long Til The Finale Is Released. I'm Not Ready

cliche romantic things that i absolutely love

staring at someone and turning away as soon as they meet your eyes

the taller one helping the smaller one to pick a book on the top shelf of the library

sharing an umbrella

dancing together in rain

drawing/writing something in the other’s palm

all the ‘good morning’s and ‘how are you today’s and ‘good night’s

“this reminded me of you”

holding hands

whispering in someone’s ears

suddenly all the diary entries and love songs starting to be about them

knowing someone’s flaws inside out, seeing their worst side and yet falling in love with them aka enemies-to-lovers

cafe dates in autumn

morning hikes in spring

going together in beach in summer

and building snowman in winter

reading books in your lover’s lap with them running a hand in your hair

the things that once seemed annoying starting to become lovely

when, from ‘weird’ things become ‘quirky’ until they start to be ‘unique’ and ‘charming’

going on picnic dates

laughing together after a joke

making a flower crown

cooking or baking together

hugging them from behind

there is not enough fucking aoyoma angst in this fandommmm

like???? its right there?? a little quirkless boy whos parents made him take a quirk that hurts just to use from the literal demon king instead of just having a quirkless child??? like the angst is all there

Eddie Munson Sleep Headcanons

he’s hesitant to sleep in the same bed with you

even though you two had shared so much time together in a bed already

he doesn’t want you to think he’s gross

you insist after being too tired to drive home one night

while your in the bathroom he tries to do the fastest bed clean up that he’s ever done in his life

sheets? does eddie even own sheets?

a wool blanket to cover the mysterious stains will do

the stains

he doesn’t want to answer that

maybe a second blanket just in case

even though the majority of them are just orange juice spills or bong water

we don’t talk about the stain on the left corner…

he fluffs his pillows just for you

his anxiety is just boiling over sitting on his freshly made bed waiting for you to come out of the bathroom

he tried not to move to disrupt the intricately placed pillows and blankets

“did you clean for me, munson?”

he’s stiff as a board

a very difficult man to cuddle

it smells like him

“your supposed to wash your sheets?”

“yes? god eddie, i hope your joking. when was the last time you washed them?”

he wasn’t joking

“ ‘84 maybe?”

an overwhelming scent of cigarette smoke and his woodsy musk just takes over

and you love it

eddie is somewhat disgusted when he sees you cuddled up with your face buried in his pillow

he was determined to let you fall asleep first, but he lost

his slight snores

of course he’s a blanket hog

you were having to pull it back over on you very often

he also talked in his sleep

“shit, go get the hotdogs from the church”

“i cant see the whales Y/N. there gone!”

“i wish i was a purple lamp light”

you had to try to contain your laughs to not wake him

the randomness of his subconscious left you speechless

he got especially emotional about the whales. a little too emotional.

when you finally fell asleep you moved up right into the crook of eddie’s neck

your hair tickled him awake

he didn’t mind though

it broke his heart when he got the urge to take a piss

he didn’t want to disturb you

but when he came back to find you wrapped in his blanket, his heart felt at home

you two were awoken by his uncle getting home from work

it was a common occurrence for eddie but you couldn’t fall back asleep

you decided to listen to the rain through his cracked open window and braid the ends of his hair

which you know he would wake up not notice them for at least a few hours

his breathes were shallow as he slept

his alarm clock started playing the local rock radio at 9:30 am

and awake the both of you were

yes, it took him three hours to notice the braids

cut coming soon, computer is down :(

thank you all for being so patient 💕

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hold me closer [e.munson]

summary: you can’t sleep. eddie helps you out

pairing(s): eddie munson x fem!reader

fandom: stranger things

word count: 1583

warnings: lots of fluff, reader has insomnia, making out, suggestive jokes, eddie being a sweetheart, eddie being fuckin sexy

“Can I come over?”

Your voice is sweet and soft through the phone. Sleepy. Eddie smiles, leaning into the wall.

“Course you can, princess. It’s late though, are you tired?” he rasps. You hum in affirmation.

“Can’t sleep.”

You struggle with sleeping often, spending many nights without so much as a second of rest. Eddie tries in every way he can to help, doing everything from playing you soothing music to holding you in his arms and cuddling you to sleep. Sometimes his efforts pay off - other times, not so much.

“Alright, baby. You want me to come and get you?”

“‘s alright, I’ll walk.” Eddie frowns; his little grunt makes you giggle. Balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder, he rifles through the array of possessions scattered by the front door and jumps in triumph when he finds his car keys.

“I don’t want you walking so late by yourself, beautiful. I’m gonna come and get you, okay?”

“I don’t want you walking so late by yourself, beautiful. I’m gonna come and get you, okay?”

“I don’t want you walking so late by yourself, beautiful. I’m gonna come and get you, okay?”

“‘kay, Eds. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you more.”

Eddie hangs up and crosses his arms. You must be exhausted if how agreeable you are is anything to go by. Usually you’d do anything but let Eddie help you, arguing and protesting for every second that your boyfriend is trying to make your life easier. But you just don’t have it in you. You’re so fucking tired.

The drive to your house isn’t a long one, but Eddie hates the idea of you out, alone, in the middle of the night. He’s so protective of you - and with good reason.

You’re already waiting outside when he arrives. Hopping into the passenger seat, you gaze up at him with drooping eyes. He threads fingers through your hair, nimble and wonderfully gentle, and you murmur quietly, leaning into him.

“Hi, pretty princess,” he says, “Let’s get you to bed. We can cuddle, have some tea, whatever you want.”

“Tea?” you giggle.

“Yeah! I read somewhere that it’s like, super calming and can help you fall asleep. So I bought some for you.”

“Thank you, baby.” You smile, climbing awkwardly into his lap in the car. He sits back, immediately making room for you. You’re so lucky, really, to have someone who puts up with all of this. Who wants you despite all of your silly quirks and flaws, even though you’re difficult and stubborn and hard to deal with sometimes. Eddie loves you regardless. Pushing your hair back from your face, he kisses your forehead; you whine, holding his face still to press a kiss to his lips. He sits up, deepening the kiss; your lips mesh together, warm and soft and comforting, and Eddie’s tongue slips through and into your mouth, pulling a hum from you.

“Eddie,” you whine against his lips, fingers curled around his t-shirt.

“Shh, shh. ‘s alright,” he reassures, thumb caressing your cheek. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

A grin cracks across your face at the word home. What’s his is yours, after all, and Eddie has always adhered to that.

You climb back over to the passenger seat, clicking your seatbelt in and hugging your knees.

“Good girl,” Eddie says, rubbing your cheek before starting the car engine again.

The ride to Eddie’s is short and quiet; you struggle to keep your eyes open, but still sleep refuses to come. By the time you realise that you’re stationary and Eddie’s already out of the car, he’s lifting you. You wrap your arms around his neck, breathing him in and working deft fingers into the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. With your other hand, you twirl the ends of his long hair, smiling dazedly into his neck. His steps are long and languid, purposely so as not to jolt you. He unlocks the caravan, setting you down gently so he can close the door behind him. You make for the bed, laying down on the pillows that smell like him and inhaling deeply.

“Smells like weed in here, Eds,” you laugh.

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

“No, the smell isn’t bad,” you reply, “jus’ different.”

“Okay, what do you wanna do? What d’ya think’ll help you fall asleep?”

“Dunno. Will you cuddle me?”

He toes his heavy boots off along with his jacket, climbing into the bed alongside you. You’re on him in an instant, shuddering at the touch you’ve been sorely lacking. You already feel like you could fall asleep.

“I missed you,” you tell him, pushing your arms under his own and stretching.”

“I missed you too, princess. Missed this.” You hum thoughtfully at his reply, kissing his jaw.

“How’s Hellfire been? Is your campaign going well?”

“Oh yeah, it’s going really well. It’d be better if I had my lucky charm to come with me.”

“That me?” you giggle.

“Of course that’s you. Will you come, sweetheart? Please?”

“Yeah, Eds, I’ll come. You’ve just got to help me sneak out. My dad has me on house arrest.”

“I’m not messing with your dad. He scares me,” he laughs. “What did you do?”

“I snuck out to go to one of Steve’s parties and I may have come back a little bit drunk.”

“Oh my god,” he cackles, his chest shaking with the force of his laughs.

“Not my finest moment,” you admit, “He only really grounded me because I threw up on the front doorstep.”

Eddie cries actual tears at that, wheezing and howling above you. You scrunch your face up, batting at him halfheartedly.

“You’re so mean!”

“It’s funny, princess. I’m sorry!”

You settle yourself in the juncture of his neck, his infectious happiness relaxing you infinitesimally. His arm travels up and around your shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. You shiver, slipping your hands beneath his t-shirt.

“Y’alright?” he asks, tilting his head to get a glimpse of your face.

“‘m alright. Just tired.”

He pulls the blankets further over you, pressing his lips to your temple. Before he knows what’s happened, you’ve drifted off to sleep nestled in his arms.

You manage to doze for a few hours before you’re wide awake again. You feel refreshed and significantly better, albeit still tired. Eddie sleeps soundly next to you and you smile, tracing his tattoos with the very tip of your finger. Your lips follow, pressing chaste kisses to his skin, anywhere you can reach. You do it for no other reason than you need to feel close to him.

“Fuck, I love you,” Eddie rasps, voice thick with sleep. “Can’t believe I have you all to myself.”

You laugh, snuggling back into his awaiting arms and kissing a trail along his jaw and cheek.

“I love you more,” you mumble.

“Don’t test me, princess. You want me to prove how much I love you?”

The innuendo isn’t wasted on you and your eyes widen as his arms tighten around your frame.

“Baby, it’s so early!” you squeal, writhing in his iron grip.

“Shh, shh,” he coaxes, body crushing yours from above now; his skilled hands have you soft like putty within mere seconds and you go lax, baring your throat to him like an offering. A sacrifice.

“There’s my girl,” he praises, teeth grazing the tender skin over your trachea. “So good for me. So pretty.”

“Eddie,” you whimper, pawing at his chest and abdomen.

“I’m right here. What do you want?” he almost purrs, knowing exactly what to say to rile you up.

“I-I want you,” you manage to stutter out, arms sprawled around you. You’ve gone limp like prey - and he’s hunting you.

“Gonna have to be more specific than that, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

Your skin is on fire, buzzing with energy that needs to be expelled. You need him to do something, anything.

“Kiss me please.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement, lips feverish against your own. When his hands cup your cheeks, rings cold against your warm skin, you prop yourself up on your elbows, pressing yourself as far into him as you can get. He murmurs love words against your lips.

“Good girl. So good f’me, princess. Fuck, I love you so much.” Incoherent whines are your only reply as you practically try to crawl inside of his skin. You can’t seem to get close enough and it’s driving you mad.

“Sweetheart, I’m here. Chill out,” Eddie laughs. You could almost cry. You need to be closer.

“I can’t,” you breathe, tucking your bare arms under his t-shirt. “Not close enough.”

“Alright, alright. If you wanted me to take my clothes off, should’ve just asked.” He winks, stripping his shirt off in one clean movement. You pounce, nuzzling into him. He cradles you like you’re made of china, lips gliding over your face and shoulders. “Sweetheart, what is it?”

“I just missed you,” you say, “Everything is so much worse when you’re away.”

“I have you, princess. I missed you so much.”

The fatigue returns tenfold, crashing over you like a wave, pulling you under. It’s almost as if your body knows you’re safe with Eddie and allows you to relax. To sleep peacefully without worry.

“Can we go back to sleep please?” you ask. Eddie nods.

“Finally feeling tired, hm?”

“Yeah.”

He gets you comfortable, smiling at your dozy expression. You sigh softly, pressing your face to his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck. Humming, you kiss the hollow of his throat.

“Love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He rubs your head with deft fingers until you’re pulled back under by sleep.

MATT MURDOCK X READER HCS

(self indulgent sorry)

♡ he’s warm. like really warm. when you get cold you cling to him like velcro (he only complains if he’s working on something important but otherwise he’s your heater/jungle gym hybrid)

♡ i’ve seen a lot of people talking about how he likes your skin, i agree but i have a proposition: he loves the little flaws in it. (ie: you have cracks on your knuckles or a few pimples here and there, but he likes these things because they’re something he associates with you)

♡ he really likes your hair. in fact trying to pry his hands out of your hair is sometimes an impossible task. you showed him how to do little braids a while ago and now he won’t stop.

♡ you steal his glasses when you guys are home alone sometimes just cause you like to see his eyes, he never minds, though he sometimes feigns upset so you’ll feel bad for him and get close enough that he can snatch you into a hug.

♡ he loves your voice. obviously he does, but he loves it regardless of topic. he never would have predicted how many fun facts he would learn from simply being around you. sometimes your rambling results in him being able to catch karen and foggy off guard at the office with whatever obscure knowledge he obtained from your dumps of useless information that pertains to a case.

anyways this has been in my drafts getting added to but i’m never gonna be satisfied with how many there are so whatevs i’ll just make another one when i have more ideas

How the official jjk s2 character art feels

Should I?

I found a bunch of like old ideas/writing prompts I had for Eddie when I was in that era of my life lol so should I post them for people to use?

It could be used for more than just him for other character or original ones idk I just wanna clear out my drafts

> bakugou x gn reader, word vomit

I'm at school rn and thought of something

Imagine you got a free period and you're just hanging out in class. You're sitting on a table and katsuki is sitting between your legs on his chair. Like his back is turned to you and his head is resting against your stomach. Andd he threw his arms over your legs to get comfortable.

Imagine you're talking to kirishima or maybe sero and he's just chilling there. Like you're playing with his hair and he lets you since he enjoys any affection.

And Mina sees you from across the room so she walks over to you and says something like "Some one's comfortable~" in a teasing tone.

And bakugou who's too comfortable to get angry so he just flips her off and answers with something like "You wish you were me" with a smug smile on his face.

Also imagine he gets bored so he looks up at you with a pout you would've called it cute but he would've killed you so you don't and you just look down and smile "comfortable?" you tease and he nods.

I'd really like that

Masterlist

cold nights / eddie munson

one shot

cw: uh i don’t think anything it’s tame and cute

oh look, your idiot neighbor locked himself outside of his house during a thunderstorm.

—

you’d lived next door to eddie munson for a couple years now. you didn’t interact much with him since you preferred keeping to yourself as much as possible. high school was brutal, so you felt as though acting as if you were invisible would make it more tolerable.

not many people paid attention to you, but you paid attention to everyone. you’d like to say you only focused on eddie because he was a familiar face who just so happened to be ridiculously outgoing. however, that wasn’t the case. you paid attention to eddie munson because you found him attractive and through your limited interactions you’ve developed quite the crush on him.

it was early november when it happened. there was a raging storm going on outside. ice cold rain was whipped into your windows by the wind and the cracks of thunder were enough to shake your trailer. you were home alone at the time, tucked in your bed reading a book while waiting for it to pass. it was pretty late on that saturday night, but the headlights that shown through your window didn’t surprise you.

eddie got home late a lot, his headlights sometimes waking you up at two in the morning on a school night. that was probably a contribution to him missing so much school. you couldn’t help yourself from getting up to see him. was it slightly creepy that you could see into his living room from your window? yes, definitely. but somehow it comforted you knowing he got home safely.

you watched as he ran from his van, trying to get inside quickly to avoid the rain. the way his hair flew back made you laugh lightly to yourself. but instead of making it inside, he stood messing with the handle and trying to shoulder the door open. it wasn’t working. he was most definitely screaming a string of profanities right now, and you felt kind of bad. when he finally gave up on the door, he started trying the window, but that was no help either. he stomped down the stairs to his trailer, kicking over his empty trash can before going back to his van.

but tragically, he’d managed to lock himself out of that too. you watched as he kicked his tire before resting his head on his van in annoyance. you felt bad, it was freezing outside and he obviously didn’t have shelter and who knew when his uncle would make it back. you pushed yourself up from your window and quickly ran out your room and into your kitchen, grabbing your front door and throwing it open.

you were right, it was freezing outside and the rain felt painful as drops hit you. eddie was still leaning against his van, head in his hands. a huge crack of thunder happened, almost deafening you before lightning lit up the sky. the rain was so loud, but eddie wasn’t too far from your house. “munson!” you yelled out your door as loud as you could. eddie’s head picked up, looking around for where the voice had come from. another strike of lightning light up the sky just as his eyes found you.

a flash of light illuminating his guardian angel in her smurf pajama pants. he watched as you waved to him, motioning for him to come in your house. he debated it a moment, but the slight shiver that ran through him told him he needed to take your offer.

he jogged the few yards to your trailer and up your stairs, entering your trailer as you stepped aside for him. you close the door behind him, flipping on the light. the sight in front of you is one you’ll never forget. eddie is looking at you, with widened eyes and reddened cheeks. his hair was plastered to his face and all of his clothes were dripping. “hey y/n,” he said shyly.

you purse your lips before grabbing his arm and pulling him with you. he follows you, too confused to even ask. you push open the door for the bathroom and gesture for him to go in. “i’m gonna go find you some dry clothes, there’s towels under the sink,” you say and watch him reluctantly step into your bathroom. you disappear and eddie takes a moment to process.

he was standing, soaking wet, in his crushes bathroom right now. oh god he was soaked, he was probably making such a mess everywhere. he began taking off his vest and jacket, hanging it over your shower before peeling his shirt off his chest. “gross,” he mumbles to himself, ringing it out over your bathtub.

“hey, i found you some… woah,” you say, trailing off as you see the broad expanse of his back, tattoos littering the muscular canvas. you never expected eddie munson to be toned. he turned to you, your eyes focused on his pale torso that glistened with the rain water. you scanned up his chest, eyes lingering on his tattoos until they found his face, a small smirk on his lips. you shook your head, blinking hard and taking a step towards him. why didn’t he just close the door before starting to change? “these were my dad’s, i think they might be a bit big but, at least they’re dry,” you say, refusing to meet his eyes again as you hold out the clothes to him.

“thanks,” he starts, taking them from you. “and should i hang my clothes in here or?” he asks, turning to look at what he’d already put up.

you nod, looking at his haphazard way of hanging them up. “yeah, that’s fine, when you’re done come find me in the kitchen,” you say, wanting to not look back in his eyes. you see him nod out of your peripheral, so you back up, shutting the door once you’re out.

“oh my god,” you whisper to yourself in disbelief, holding your hands to your temples as you walk to the kitchen. “pull yourself together, y/n,” you huff under your breath before turning on your stove to make hot chocolate.

eddie eventually gets all his clothes off and dries himself off with one of your towels as he tries to process the situation. what the hell was happening right now? he grabbed the plaid pajama pants you’d brought for him, the cold making him start to shiver, and pulled them up before using the drawstring to tie them to where they wouldn’t fall off. he then grabbed the green long sleeve and pulled it over his still wet hair and down his body. it was probably a size too big on him and wasn’t exactly the warmest thing but it would do. after finally pulling on the socks you’d given him, he slowly opened the door.

he stepped out, looking around to take a moment and absorb your trailer. it was 100x cleaner than his, and honestly seemed quite homey. the only lights on in the house were the bathroom one, which he switched off, the one you had turned on in the kitchen and a small lamp in your bedroom. eddie slowly walked towards the kitchen, peaking around the corner to see you pouring hot chocolate mix into a mug as a kettle sat on the stove in front of you.

you looked up at him as he stepped into view and gave him a small smile. he swears, despite his skin feeling like ice, that his heart fluttered with warmth when he saw your face. “i'm making you some hot chocolate, you still really cold?” you ask, your motherly instinct kicking in.

“i- uh, yeah kind of,” he says, crossing his arms. you take a step over, leaning across the counter to feel his forehead with the back of your hand. you frown when he’s ice cold to the touch, moving your hand to his cheeks as well. his face flushes, but thankfully it was already red from the cold so you couldn’t tell.

you walk over to your living room quickly, grabbing a blanket from off the couch and back over to him. “here,” you mumble, standing on your tiptoes to drape it over his shoulders. eddie takes it, pulling it tightly around himself and watching you with awe as the kettle goes off. “you can sit,” you say softly, grabbing the kettle and pouring the hot water into the mug.

eddie obliges, taking a seat at your dining room table. he studied you closely as you bring the mug to him and sit across from him. “thank you, for letting me in,” he says quietly, wrapping his hands around the warm mug.

you wave your hand in dismissal. “i wasn’t just going to let you freeze out there,” you say softly, crossing your leg under you. eddie takes a small, careful sip of the hot chocolate and lets out a sigh of content as the warmth spreads down his throat. “so… you locked yourself out?” you ask, tapping your fingers on the top of your table.

eddie nods, taking another drink. “it always seems to happen at the worst times,” he says. you nod, not knowing what to respond with. eddie bites his lip, wanting to get rid of this blanket of awkwardness that was beginning to settle over you two. “i never saw you as a night owl type of person,” he says.

you shrug, looking at your fingernails to avoid looking at him. “i was reading,” you mumble.

“oh? what book?” he asks, his interest piqued. he didn’t know you liked to read. well… as he thought about it he realized he didn’t know anything you liked to do.

you flashed your gaze up to him before looking back down. “the house of spirits,” you respond lowly.

“huh, i don’t think i’ve read that. is it good?” he pushes, not wanting this conversation to die.

you raise your eyebrow slightly at him. “you read?” you question.

eddie gasps, grabbing at his heart in mock offense. “do i read? i’m almost offended at that sweetheart, i play d&d you know? i love me some good fantasy,” he says, causing you to giggle. a smile spreads across his face at the sound, his heart skips a beat.

“guess i never thought to put those together,” you say shyly, your eyes cast down as you replay him calling you sweetheart over and over in your mind.

eddie takes another sip of his hot chocolate before continuing. “no? just assumed i was some freak who hated everything academic?” he quizzed.

“no, i just don’t think i can picture you sitting down and reading a book,” you defend yourself.

eddie smirks. “so what do you picture me doing then, if i’m not a reader?” he asks.

“uh,” you start, biting on your lower lip. you’ve pictured eddie doing a lot of things, but you didn’t necessarily want to tell him you’ve imagined how his hugs feel. “honestly? just playing d&d and smoking…” you say.

eddie shrugs, “i mean yes, i do that too.”

“what do you think i do?” you ask, your gaze lingering on his fingers.

eddie looks you up and down a moment, taking in your relaxed state. “to be completely honest, i don’t know. you’re a very mysterious girl, y/n,” he says truthfully.

“good,” you laugh lightly, propping your head up with your arm as you finally gather the courage to look at his face. shit, he was attractive.

eddie smirked at you before taking a bigger drink of his hot chocolate. “i’ve learned a few things though in these last few minutes, wanna know them?” he asked. you hummed in agreement, slightly nodding your head. “i learned that,” he started, setting down his mug and removing his hands from it. “you’re very sweet, and very very cute,” he said, reaching up to bop you in the nose.

you look down as heat rushes up your neck and face, a smile stretching across your face. “thanks,” you mumble, refusing to look back up.

“see? so cute, i could just eat you up,” eddie teases causing you to laugh quietly. “what? you’re not gonna say it back? damn, y/n,” he jokes, shaking his head side to side.

“no! you’re cute, so cute,” you say with a giggle, watching the way his face lights up.

“thank you, sweetheart, but i don’t know if i believe you,” he says, continuing to tease you.

you shake your head with a smile. “i’m being honest!” you say happily.

“mhm, that’s what all the pretty girls say,” he says with raised eyebrows before grabbing his mug to take another drink.

just then, a particularly bright flash of lightning hits and your power flickers before going out. “shit,” you say, wrapping your arms around yourself. your attitude drops, and eddie picks up on it.

“you okay?” he asks, squinting to see you in the dark.

you nod, “not a big fan of the dark.” eddie smiles at your confession.

“that’s adorable,” he says without thinking.

with a roll of your eyes a small smile comes back to your lips. “shut up,” you say quietly, dragging it out. it’s quiet for a moment before eddie pushes his seat back, standing up. “what’re you doing?” you question.

eddie shuffles towards the side of the table you’re on and stops. “stand up,” he says, and of course you do just that. he opens his arms that still had the blanket in his hands and takes a step towards you. he closes his arms, wrapping the both of you in the blanket and bringing you to his chest. “there, now you don’t have to be scared of the dark, and you can help warm me up,” he says quietly, his nerves kicking in slightly.

you know your face is on fire, so you thank whatever is up there that he can’t see that. but, despite your nervousness you relax into his touch, wrapping your arms around him as well and tucking your face into his chest. the both of you stand there for longer than you’d thought you would, stupid smiles on your faces as you shared your first moment together.

even though you didn’t know it, there would be many more to come.