#not me realizing I have barely any writer mutuals!

[sergeantpixie]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by: @purplesigebert who is probably trying to get me killed such a lovely person!

I am not going to list all of WIPs bc that's a really long list and I'll cry so instead I will just put the ones that I am actively working on at the moment...which is still a long list tbh.

St. Augustine

Provenance aka Talking With Strangers

Gravestones Are Fragile

all your sex & your diamonds

Just One Fall of Rain

I was not born to drown

All of My Light is For You

I am trying to begin

Divided We Stand

New Constellations

I am willing to take more hurt if it's from you

this is the worthwhile fight (love is a ruthless game)

Tagging: @randomestfandoms, @forasecondtherewedwon and anyone else who wants to!

#tag games #purplesigebert #the first three are specific chapters of longer stories #since parts of them are posted I just went with the chapter titles #my fics #not me realizing I have barely any writer mutuals! #sad #feeling very exposed inviting questions about my fics like this... #I have nearly 8 years of WIPs accumulating bc I can't finish addendum...rip

[221bshrlocked]

Broken and Grazed, Loved and Saved

Pairing: Crosshair x Jedi AFAB!Reader

Words: 4724

Warnings: Mutual Pining. Mentions of violence and blood. Touching Confessions! Angst to fluff because you know it. Crosshair being a tiny bit soft...just a tiny bit.

Summary: You get shot while trying to save Crosshair. He's shocked and confused as to why you would do such a thing. You both slowly reveal your feelings for each other as he patches you up.

A/N: I crawled back from my writer's block hell hole to post this. This is during The Clone Wars series folks, hence the Jedi insert. Once again, thank you so much to @cloneficgiftexchange for holding this event and single-handedly getting me to write every once in a while. This is for the lovely @arctrooper69 who inadvertently gave me a challenge with Crosshair. I hope you enjoy it babes and I hope I got his character down correctly. This is the first time I write for him. As always, let me know how I am doing in the comments please and thank you.

When Obi-Wan informed you that you’d be accompanying Clone Force 99 on another mission, you tried your best to not let your excitement come through. But one look at your old friend and the smirk on his face made you realize you may not have been as subtle as you originally thought. 

“Shut it Kenobi,” you walk past him, shaking your head when you briefly glanced to the side and saw him raising an eyebrow at you. He chuckles at your embarrassment, and you’re torn between making fun of him and letting him be. It was rare to see him display such an elated emotion, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him when finally caught up with you and patted you on the back. 

“In all seriousness, do be careful out there.” A worried expression breaks through the smile and you nod at him, knowing that the sentiment wasn’t one of warning but deep concern for your safety. 

“As weird as it is to admit this, I feel like I might potentially be safest with them.” You come to a stop once you reach the door of the Temple, looking around the awfully quiet space before returning your attention to Obi-Wan once more. 

“I would have to disagree with you there. The rate at which they use explosives is severely higher than any other force I have fought alongside. Nevertheless, I trust your judgment. Do keep me updated, yes?” When you don’t respond right away, Obi-Wan follows your line of sight and notices where your attention suddenly lies. He groans to himself and wishes he wasn’t the keeper of so many secrets. 

“Young one!?” You snap out of your momentary haze when Obi-Wan quite literally yells at you, his voice carrying across the grounds and catching the curiosity of none other than the man you found yourself barely able to stop thinking of. 

“Sorry, yes?” You feign ignorance, giggling like a young padawan when Obi-Wan rubs his temples and swears beneath his breath.

“I’m only joking. Yes I will be careful, sure I’ll try my best not to get into trouble, and of course I won’t partake in Wrecker’s booming tactics. Satisfied?” You don’t wait for him to respond, already walking towards the Marauder and praying to the Force that the introvert of the group is less hostile towards you this time around. When you grow near to the clones standing at the foot of the ramp, you turn around one last time and wave goodbye to Obi-Wan, laughing when he rolls his eyes at you and heads back into the Temple. As soon as you turn around, you’re met with an incredibly energetic Wrecker, your shock turning into hysterical laughter as soon as he wraps his arms around you and picks you up. 

“Heyyy, it’s our favorite Jedi!” His grip on you remains gentle even though he’s lifted you off of the ground a good bit. 

“Hey Wrecker, I see you missed me as much as I missed you.” You gently tap him on his shoulder, hoping he’d put you down before any other Jedi sees how familiar you are with him. 

“Wreck, put the General down.” You glance to the side and see Hunter standing with his hands on his hips, his facial expression a bit unreadable. You laugh nervously at the leader of the Bad Batch, hoping Wrecker wouldn’t get in trouble because of your friendliness. 

To his chagrin, Wrecker puts you down and backs away, whispering a few apologies before returning to stand next to Tech.

“Sorry, I know I shouldn’t encourage it.” You tell Hunter as the two of you walk away from the rest of the Batch, your eyes unintentionally remaining on your favorite member of the group. If Hunter notices how you pay more attention to Crosshair, he says nothing of it and pretends you weren’t watching him like a hawk. 

“No need for any apologies, General. I don’t particularly care but I know how things are on Coruscant. Wouldn’t want him to be misunderstood.” Hunter points towards the Clones standing around the Temple with other Jedi Masters, smiling nervously at you when you sigh anxiously at the prospect of being the reason behind Wrecker potentially getting in trouble. 

“I promise to talk to him. And I’ll make sure to only be friendly when we’re not surrounded by…you know.” You try to laugh off the circumstances you find yourself in, only for Hunter’s body language to shift at the implications behind your words. 

“I’d be careful if I were you. Even if they aren’t around, others tend to misunderstand and- well, let’s just say that things get a little heated when we finish a mission and you aren’t on-board anymore.” You furrow your eyebrows at Hunter’s response, only to follow his line of sight and see who he’s staring at. When you’re met with Crosshair’s narrowed, irritated eyes shifting between you and Wrecker, you realize that Hunter may know more than he let on. 

“I- I don’t think you-” You trip over your words, unsure of how to respond now that Hunter knew of your inclinations as well. 

“Save it, I’m not judging…just giving you a heads up.” He excuses himself, saying something or other to Tech as the two of them ascend the Marauder. You look to the ground as you make your way to the ship, afraid of making eye contact with any of the others out of fear of making things more awkward. Even as you walk past Crosshair, you ignore him completely, pretending to fix the lightsaber hanging from your belt so you don’t have to deal with him now. As soon as you go to the cockpit, you throw a quick hello to Echo and walk back, pushing through the supplies scattered around so you can sit in the small space at the end of the ship. 

Even though you want to sit near Crosshair, you decide against it, knowing that you don’t have the capacity to deal with his passive aggressive comments now. You haven’t seen him in a long while, and there’s nothing you wish to do more than be near him, even if the two of you were to remain silent. But if the conversation with Hunter proved anything, it’s the fact that Crosshair was begging to pick a fight right now. You just didn’t want it to be with you. 

Taking a deep breath, you do your best to center yourself and ignore the whispers and murmurs traveling from the cockpit. You manage a fair job for most of the flight, but the closer you get to the Outer Rim planet, you vaguely hear your name thrown around between Hunter, Tech and Wrecker. You know better than to listen to what they’re saying, and before you can decide on whether or not you should ignore them, Wrecker stands up and grumbles something louder than the others would have preferred. 

“She doesn’t mind! You’re just telling me what to do because Crosshair won’t listen to you and talk to her.” Your eyes shoot wide open at his words, and as you turn around to face them, you see all of their expressions turn blank. Wrecker only recognizes just how loud he is when he faces you and sees a quizzical look on your features. He chuckles nervously and sits down as Echo makes his way towards you. 

“Sorry about that, we know how much you like to meditate.” He sits down beside you, glaring quickly at Wrecker so he doesn’t accidentally give anything else away. 

“It’s okay, it’s not like I was getting much meditation done anyway. You guys whisper pretty loudly.” 

“You mean you- could you hear us this whole time?” Echo asks, the direct gaze you offer him letting him know that yes, you could certainly hear what they were going on about this whole time. 

“You know then.” It was more of a comment than a question, but you shrug your shoulders at him regardless, unsure of whether they were telling the truth or just reading into the interactions between you and Crosshair. Before you can respond however, you feel the ship drop out of hyperspace and into the atmosphere of the planet.

“Another time Echo,” you ignore the pleading look on Echo’s face, not wanting to continue this conversation now that the mission officially commenced. Making your way to the front of the ship, you look across the yellow planet below you and sigh in irritation when you notice the storms forming just above the surface. 

“Did you know that Eshil is one of three desert planets that receives frequent rain? Rain storms are often violent here, delivering up to seven millimeters per minute. It is more likely for one to drown down there than to die of thirst.” The ease with which Tech spoke made you giggle, and you couldn’t help but thank him politely for the unsolicited knowledge when you saw Wrecker and Echo glare at him worryingly. 

“Don’t worry big guy, nothing will happen to you on my watch.” You pat Wrecker on the back as you begin your descent onto Eshil, and before you can attempt to calm him down a little, the Marauder begins to shake violently due to the rain and thunderstorms. In a moment of distraction, you lose your balance and fly backward, suddenly feeling a pair of slim fingers grab onto your waist to prevent you from falling. Thinking it’s Hunter who just saved you, you turn around to thank him, only to find a pair of steel, hazel eyes staring dead at you. 

The faint gasp doesn’t go unnoticed by Crosshair, nor does the disappointed look you throw at him when he lets go so he can push you into one of the seats. 

“Don’t hurt yourself, Jedi.” His tone is mocking in a way, but you don’t dwell too much on it and instead look around to see if anyone noticed the little interaction. Everyone is blissfully unaware of the tense moment you shared with Crosshair, and even though you can feel his eyes on you, you choose to avoid his gaze, afraid he would see how much of an effect he has on you. 

It takes too long to your liking to land, not because you didn’t like the turbulence, but because you couldn’t stand being in close proximity with Crosshair any longer. An hour ago, you were excited to join the team, wanting nothing more than to try and get closer to Crosshair, or at the very least, figure out why he’s always more passive aggressive with you than with anyone else. But after the not-so-subtle comment from Hunter, and the rather awkward conversation you overheard, you couldn’t finish this mission and be back on Coruscant fast enough. Somehow, knowing that the animosity was a product of mutual feelings made things worse.

No, not worse. That wasn’t the right word. 

Real. It made things real. It made things more accessible, which meant that the probability of anything happening was simultaneously high and low. 

“We’re here,” Hunter’s announcement is a welcomed distraction, and you wait until everyone stands aside to review the plan before jumping out of the Marauder. The rain comes down harsher than you’ve anticipated but you take a few seconds to appreciate it regardless, knowing that it wasn’t everyday you experienced rain caused by clean, natural clouds. It was so much different than Coruscant, strangely soothing as it seeped through your clothes and kissed your cheeks. 

The cool sensation suddenly shifts into a warmer breeze, causing your eye muscles to clench tightly in confusion. The feeling engulfs you almost like a hug, and you’re not sure how or why it becomes hotter with each passing second. It’s only when you open your eyes and glance to the side that you finally understand why you were being flooded with such intensity. You quickly avert your gaze as soon as you notice Crosshair’s embarrassment when he realizes that you’ve caught him staring at you. 

“Alright fellas, listen up. Our mission is simple: infiltrate the base undetected, retrieve the classified intel from their innermost vaults, exfiltrate before they even know we’re there. Stay sharp and Wrecker…no explosives unless I say so.” Hunter points firmly at the bigger clone, and you almost giggle when you see the hint of a grin appearing on his face. 

“Awww man!” Wrecker throws his hands up in the air, walking away and crossing his arms when he sees you approaching him. 

“Don’t worry big guy, there’s always a next time.” You pat him on the back, laughing to yourself when he retorts at you like a child.

“That’s what you said last time.”

“But I really mean it this time,” you twist your head down until you can get a better look at him, and when you meet his eyes, you watch as he tries his best to not crack a smile in return. When he does, you walk past him and stay behind Hunter as he slowly moves through the barren land. The closer you get to the compound though, the more you become uneasy at your lack of cover, but before you can say anything, the rain begins to come down harder than you thought it possible, making you squint to try and see where everyone is. 

“I guess that should do the trick!” You hear Echo scream from behind you, but the sentiment makes you uncomfortable. The idea of losing the rest of them before you even make it to the enemy line is disconcerting, and you make your way towards Hunter quickly. When he sees you approaching him, he stops and waits for you to catch up. 

“Follow my lead and make sure everyone keeps their helmets on so they can see.” You throw the hood of your cloak over your head a little further, the action not helping one bit as the water continues to crash down on you like a waterfall. 

“When we get there-” 

“I’ll signal for Echo so he can unlock the doors.” Waiting until he nods in agreement, you continue your journey towards the compound, praying to the maker that the enemy’s visibility is as bad as yours. The trek to the compound takes longer than you like, but when you finally have it in sight, you turn around and wait for the others to reach you. Hunter and Tech are ahead of everyone, and you squint hard until you can see Echo and Wrecker behind them. When Crosshair doesn’t show right away, you begin to worry, afraid that the rain became less of an inconvenience and more of a trigger to him. You’re about to run past the guys when you finally see him walking through the heavy downfall, no longer holding his firearm in his hands and instead taking his time as he walks towards the rest of the team. Even though you can’t see his expression, you know for a fact that Hunter is smirking beneath his mask, and you choose to ignore him as you go back to the front of the Batch and walk closer to the compound.

“There aren’t any guards posted outside. The storm must have sent everyone back inside.” You make a note, signaling for Echo to move ahead of you while the others wait a little farther away in case things don’t go according to plan. Anxiety washes over you all of a sudden, and you glance at the only member of the Batch you know dislikes the rain more than anyone. If Crosshair notices the way you’re staring at him worryingly, he says nothing and keeps his attention on your surroundings, ready to fire at anyone who comes in the way. 

When Echo unlocks the door, Tech follows after and heads straight towards the secured vaults at the heart of the compound. It’s quieter than you expect, but you figure it’s only because the storm continues to rage outside and grow louder by the second. As you move towards the vault however, you find the silence nearly deafening, and you wonder briefly if this entire mission could be a set-up. Before you can voice your concerns to Hunter, Tech gains access to the room with ease, already getting to work for the intel with Echo. You stand guard outside while Hunter and Wrecker scout the hallways and ensure you don’t have any visitors. 

Using the distraction to your advantage, you slowly make your way to Crosshair and stand beside him, waiting until he acknowledges your presence with a glance before attempting to break the awkward air around the two of you. 

“I hope the rain isn’t too much of a bother.” You’re not sure what else to say, and as you realize he won’t be responding any time soon, you figure it’s best to not try and fix whatever it is between the two of you now. Knowing that it will be even more uncomfortable if you walk away from him, you remain standing where you are, turning your attention to Tech and Echo to see if they’re almost done. 

The abrupt sound of guns firing pushes you forward immediately, and you watch as several weapons descend from the ceiling and the walls, instantly firing at everyone in the room. You make your way to the nearest wall and burn through the small firearms with your lightsaber, watching as Crosshair hits several more on the opposite side of the wall while Tech and Echo extract the intel. 

“I knew it was too quiet.” You mutter to yourself, running as fast as you can across the space to get as many of the little suckers as possible. When there aren’t any left, you sheath your weapon again and move towards the door. 

“Time to head out,” Hunter screams across the hallway and as you file out, you sense movement at one of the corners of the room. It’s instinctive the way you run towards Crosshair and shield him with your body, and your curse at yourself for not ensuring that all of them were taken down. Anger seeps through your mind at what could have been a fatal mistake and you ignite your saber instantly, propelling it towards the small object and bringing it back into the palm of your hand as more smoke fills the room. 

“We need to leave, now.” Your voice is stern, and even though you can see Crosshair staring at where you’ve just been shot, you don’t pay him any mind as you run through the winding hallways and make your way out of the compound. It’s somehow raining even harder than earlier, and you feel your body grow more faint with each step you take. The faster you try to run, the more unbearable the pain becomes, and it occurs to you that you would be no good to any of them if you slowed them down. 

You come to a stop and haunch over, applying pressure against your stomach and wincing in pain when more blood oozes through your fingers. Thinking that they’re all ahead of you, you kneel down and allow the rain to become less of an inconvenience and more of a calming presence. 

“What are you doing?” Crosshair hisses as he comes up behind you, and when you lock contact with his eyes, you regret not pushing yourself harder. 

“I’m fine…go!” You hope your voice isn’t as wavering to his ears as it is to your own, and when he shakes his head, you attempt to stand to confront him, only to fall back to the ground again. 

“Tech, bring the ship to my position.” You cruse yet again as Crosshair pushes a button on the side of his helmet while speaking to Tech. 

“Why have you stopped?” You can hear Hunter ask through the comms, and you look at Crosshair again, silently begging him to leave so he doesn’t get hurt. 

“The General’s been compromised.” He leans down and pushes your hands aside to inspect the wound, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he was angry at you for getting shot…for saving him. 

“You need to go to the Marauder. That’s an order.” You hiss in pain when you feel him bring your hand back to your stomach and push on it harder than before. 

“You’re currently bleeding all over the floor. You’re in no shape to give me orders…General.” He’s pushing your buttons, but unlike before, when he smirked at every snarky comment he threw your way and chuckled when you retorted in likeness, his voice is laced with unspoken feelings now, as if he was silently thanking you for what you did for him. 

Before you can dwell too much on the change in his behavior, the Marauder lands right beside you, allowing you a moment of respite before Wrecker comes down the ramp and takes you in his arms. The jolting movements make you cough as your stomach throbs in pain, and you take one last look at Crosshair, finding his expression as irritated as when you were on your way here. 

To his credit, Wrecker does try to be more slow and soft with his movements, but when he lays you down, you can’t help but scream in agony at the wound tearing through your skin. 

“S-sorry.” You shake your head at Wrecker and assure him with a smile, only to drop it when Tech comes with a medkit and asks his brother to give you some privacy. 

“I do apologize General but I must cut your robe to administer the bacta spray and patches properly.” Ever the gentleman, Tech waits for your consent before taking out a pair of scissors. He’s about to cut through your robes when Crosshair walks in and stands behind him.

“If you can wait out-”

“I’ll do it.” Crosshair doesn’t give Tech a chance to finish his request, and when he stands up to argue with him, you reach for Tech’s hand and nod at him, waiting until he places everything down before moving towards the front of the ship. 

You’re sure Crosshair didn’t think this far ahead because he remains standing and doesn’t once turn his sight away from your wound. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You break the silence and push your head back as the wound continues to burn. It must be all Crosshair needs to hear because he gets right to business, not once saying anything to you as he rips through your robes and begins to disinfect the flesh around the gash. You hiss and instantly slam your hand against his thigh, digging your nails into the plastoid covering him as he sterilizes the laceration to prevent any infection. 

“What were you thinking?” It’s the first time he’s ever spoken to you so softly, and you figure it’s because you’re hurt and can’t respond in likeness. But when you open your eyes and look at him, you’re shocked to find worry and fear swimming in his hazel brown orbs. It throws you off a little, and you shake the thoughts aside, knowing that you may just be reading too much into his behavior.

“At the time, I thought it was a great idea!” You chuckle only to curse out loud when he begins to apply the bacta spray on top of the wound. You think he’ll smile at catching you off guard, but when you look at him again, he’s as somber as a few seconds ago.

“And now?” Crosshair growls at you, actually growls, the sound coming as a shock to you. It occurs to you that maybe, just maybe, he was attempting to show you that he cares, but wasn’t sure how to go about it. When he stops what he’s doing and continues to keep his gaze on you, you lay your head back down and allow the subsiding pain to calm you a little. 

“Maybe…maybe not so much.” He narrows his eyes at you then, the expression becoming a little too intense for you and making you turn away to face the wall. Not another word is exchanged between you and him, and as he finally places the bacta patches on your stomach, you turn to face him again, no longer able to keep playing whatever game he started. 

“Thank you, for not leaving…for staying with me.” Crosshair continues to remain silent, his focus completely on the wound he was dressing. 

“And thank you for patching me up.” Again, he doesn’t acknowledge any of your words, waiting until he’s sure the wound is perfectly protected before throwing everything back into the medkit. You think he’s about to leave but when he finally looks up, you notice his eyebrows relax as he lets out a deep breath. 

“Why would you do that?”

The question catches you off guard, and you figure you may as well tell him how you feel because you’re not sure what will happen tomorrow. 

“You know why.” The simple whisper holds a thousand confessions, and Crosshair clenches his jaw tightly as he reaches for your hand. You gasp at the warmth of his skin, and swallow the lump in your throat when he grabs a wet towel and begins to clean the dried blood. You’re not sure how long you hold your breath, but when he’s done, he doesn’t let go. In fact, he does the opposite, bringing both of his rough palms around your own and keeping it as close to him as possible. 

“I- I’m not worth your-” The sentiment breaks your heart and you furrow your eyebrows at him as you attempt to sit up, not wanting him to finish whatever he was about to say. The stinging returns a thousandfold but you ignore the shooting pain and pull Crosshair towards you.

“Don’t ever say that.” You want to say more. You want to tell him that you’d gladly do it again to ensure his safety, that you wouldn’t give it a second thought because you care for him more than you’re allowed, more than he’ll ever know. But the way he looks at you makes it difficult to say anything else, and you lay back down again when your muscles beg you for some respite. Crosshair doesn’t let go of your hand. If anything, his hold on you tightens as he moves to sit closer to you. 

“It was annoying.” Whatever you thought he was going to say is certainly not those three words, and the confusion etched on your face makes him crack a smile before finally looking from your hand to you. 

“The rain.” You look at him for what feels like hours before you finally register what he was trying to tell you. 

“Wow, it took me getting shot at for you to finally answer my question…an hour later?” The joke doesn’t sit too well with him and you apologize quickly, afraid he’d get up and leave you all alone. 

“I- I didn’t think you’d…” The words die in his throat, and you look down at where your hands are intertwined, wanting to give him some privacy as he comes to terms with what he was feeling, what he was oversharing with you. 

“Remember?” You finish for him, smiling when he nods quietly and begins to trace the lines across the back of your hand.

“I remember everything you tell me, Crosshair.” Once again, the simple response is laced with too many revelations to your liking, but you know you’d never forgive yourself if you didn’t use this moment to show him how much you care. 

How much you love him.

He looks at you then, about to say something when he sees your face twist at the returning stinging sensations. 

“You need to rest.” His voice is firm, making you wish you weren’t hurt and could actually make whatever this is last longer. 

“Will you be here when I wake up?” Before, you would have been annoyed with yourself for being so vulnerable in front of him, but the question must be the one thing he needed to hear because he smiles softly at you before nodding in silence, bringing his chair a little closer to you can rest your arm better as you keep holding his hands.

“Sleep, cyare. I’ll protect you.”

#crosshair tbb #crosshair bad batch #crosshair x reader #crosshair x jedi!reader #crosshair tbb x reader #crosshair tbb x jedi!reader #crosshair the bad batch #fluffy crosshair #angsty crosshair #TBBE24

[chloeangelic]

addressing the drama (with receipts)

I wanted to have my ducks in a row before speaking out instead of just responding; I’m not doing this to change anyone’s opinions - it’s really not possible change someone’s perception of me even if it’s based on falsehoods - but I need to do this so I know I’ve said and shown what needs to be shown, and people can do with it what they please. 

To the readers and writers who have blocked me, unfollowed me, and mutuals who have stopped talking to me over this - I’m really, really sad you didn’t come to me first and give me the opportunity to explain what was going on. I understand if you wanted to distance yourself from drama but I also need you to understand that this was not discourse-drama I willingly got myself into. This was a month of frequent harassment and slander that eventually turned into bullying by a group of people using false info, hiding behind side blogs and anons, and I hoped it would blow over but it never seemed to stop. With anons turned off for most of the last two months, people have gone to my friends’ inboxes instead to harass them about me (and insult them in the process), and I can’t do this anymore.

I feel so alienated and disliked in this community that I can’t go on the dash without feeling like I shouldn’t interact with anyone out of fear that they’ll get uncomfortable seeing me in their notifs. People keep saying they want the community to get better and then they jump on the bandwagon of vague posting and RBing without taking a second to verify the claims, clearly not realizing how much hurt it causes to perpetuate it. If you’re reading this, I  hope your name isn't the next one they pull out of the hat when they want someone new to push off the platform. 

Explanations, timelines and receipts below. 

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For anyone waiting for an explanation regarding the posts and anons about me that have circulated for weeks, or waiting for receipts proving or disproving that I’m a mean girl who spends my time talking shit, here you go. I am so beyond hurt, I don’t even know what to say. I’m floored, I’m so disappointed in this community and I’m so sad. In the last two weeks, I stayed up until 4am one night receiving screenshots of posts and anons about me, I cried, I tried to understand why this has happened to me, and I have sat here day after day with no answers. 

If you think I’m being melodramatic, try losing a quarter of your mutuals and having a bunch of people block you when you’ve had either no interaction with them or they’ve all been positive, and see how that feels, on top of constant rumors about you being a terrible person when you know you’ve barely had any negative interactions with anyone on the platform. I can’t be on tumblr any longer without exonerating myself and putting it out there that all of this has been one gigantic mess based on lies about me, seemingly compounded by grievances people have against Gracie (some one whose personal conversations have nothing to do with me). Either I do this, or I log out forever and only post on ao3, cause I feel like the fucking grim reaper here. Posts about me being an awful person are still circulating, despite the original post being deleted and the follow up stating that the OP has talked to me and they have apologized.

I’m not naming names in this. I will be using person A/B/C/D to make it less confusing. I’ve removed identifying information from the screenshots because even though I’m hurt by these people, I know that they will get dogpiled and harassed if I identify them, and I want it all to stop. Several have apologized to me and I have accepted. 

Sometime in December, rumors started circulating that there was a “big/elite writers discord” where they talked shit about small writers (I’m not in any discords specifically for writers and I have never heard of such a server). At about the same time, person A - someone who was very active in my own, now-deleted discord server, started frequently vagueposting about me, calling me a mean girl and, intentionally or not, made it seem like I was part of this “elite group of writers”. This is someone who I have never had a negative interaction with and who seemingly out of nowhere decided that I call myself elite and I’m a terrible person. 

Person B had some grievances with myself, Iris, and Gracie it seemed, so they went to person C and accused us of talking shit in our voice chats. I assume person A and B have talked about me at some point and validated each other’s claims, but I can't know that for sure. Person B messaged me from a burner account and apologized, then seemingly deleted the account after I responded.

Gracie frequently posted about us three chatting, and although I understand this might have felt alienating to some, many writers are open about having group chats with each other. All we did was write, edit, and Gracie sometimes made memes. We talked about non-fic stuff often, and when Gracie had an issue with other writers and she was upset, we talked about it. That’s what friends do. She knows that I believe those situations were handled poorly. One of those situations came to light recently - I had a very pleasant conversation with the writer involved, and we are still in touch.

I have spoken to person C, who posted the most “popular” smear post about me and some of my friends. They retracted their statements and profusely apologized to us, admitting it was based on stuff they heard from person B, showing me screenshots of the conversation. However, their original posts are still circulating through reblogs despite being deleted from their account. 

Person D also posted about me and my friends, however their post was sort of ridiculous, accusing me of spending more time replying to anons than writing. I found this funny, but the way they slut shamed my friend was absolutely not humorous, and dragging a random writer in to criticize them was a strange attempt at adding fuel to the fire. 

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And for the receipts, 

I blocked person A after seeing a handful of vague posts clearly about me, and after they interacted with every single rude anon posted about me that I saw. I think that’s reasonable, no? I’m not gonna post screenshots of their posts cause I honestly just don’t want to look at them again, they make me feel kind of sick if I'm honest, but if anyone doesn’t believe me, they are welcome to DM me and I will send. 

Person B messaged me, admitted to partaking in this mess, and apologized. This is part of a LONG message:

Person C apologized over message and called me on discord. We had a conversation clearing things up, they deleted their posts and wrote a public apology. 

If you need any proof that person B’s claims were, in fact, baseless, look at this exchange between person B and person C after person C had cleared things up with me.

Person D honestly just creeps me out, cause what the fuck is this? Fine if you don’t like me based on my writing or my persona on here but… Why the witch hunt? 

ETA: Person C asked person D to take down their post and they never responded. This was sent prior to that, I know the full context, I just thought this specific part was worth sharing to show how vile some people allow themselves to be behind burner accounts.

What kind of behavior is this? This was from a sideblog, and I don't know what their main account is. It creeps me the fuck out knowing this person is lurking somewhere in the community.

I have hated every moment of this. None of this has been fun for me. This has completely fucked up my motivation to write and my enjoyment of it, it has made me anxious, it has messed with my self esteem, and it has made me want to log out of Tumblr and not come back. 

Please, I beg, if you have an issue with me, just come to me and I promise I will have a conversation with you. You can’t tell people’s tone over anon and I don’t think that’s a good way to have a conversation, especially one about something that should be solved in private, so they remain off, but my DM’s are open. 

I'm so sick of seeing vagueposts and trying to decipher if they're about me. Having to do that a bunch of times messes with your head.

I'm not sure what to do moving forward, but I needed to say my piece. I don't want to talk about this again, I want to put this behind me. I seriously hope this doesn't wreck my last remaining want to share my writing on here.

Thanks again to everywhere who has supported me in my DMs and comments, you mean the world to me 🤍🤍🤍 And if you found yourself duped by all this but change your opinion on me now or eventually, I won't hold a grudge, and I'm happy to speak again and pick up where we left off.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: This chapter got me horny. Sometimes I be wondering why I don't just become a porn writer or something lol. Enjoy!! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen PT I & PT II. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Epilogue. Soundtrack.

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SIX: FOR A SINNER’S EARS ONLY.

You awaken the next morning to the sun barely peeking over the horizon, just as Geto instructed you to do. 

It feels good to sleep in a comfy bed for once, especially after you made sure you patted it down with the bug powder you packed. You sit up in the bed, slightly clammy from the heat of the hot, dry air creeping into the motel room. It is quiet and relaxingly so. For once, you feel good despite the circumstances. 

You still can’t believe Geto and Gojo decided to pay for a room for you. They walked you to your room right next to theirs after getting a key from the lobby. “Just remember to get up before the sun rises,” Geto gently said, mostly to keep his voice down in the motel hallway. “It will take about five days to get on the Devil’s Trail since it’s outside the West. That works out well for us since we have a list of baddies to catch on our way there.” 

“And most of them are Benji’s accomplices,” Gojo stated as he handed you the key to your room. “Which means we’ll probably find him too if we play our cards right.”

You looked down at the key, clutching it. “You know, y’all didn’t have to get me a room.” You couldn’t help but be suspicious of this. Why were they being so kind? Were they tricking you in some way? 

‘Or maybe they’re just nice guys, you crazy girl,’ you thought. 

Gojo raised an eyebrow at you. “Well, where else were you gonna sleep? With us?” A smirk appeared on his face. “‘Cause if you want to–” 

You cut him off by moving to unlock the door, purposely stepping on his toe as you do. “Fuckin’ pervert,” you muttered under your breath as the motel door opened. It was identical to the duo’s though empty and clean. 

“Ignore him,” Geto chuckled while Gojo complained about you breaking his big toe. Just get some sleep and yell if you need anything. These walls are paper thin, so we’ll hear you.” He gave you a kind, warm smile, leaving you to your privacy. “Sweet dreams, Y/N.” 

Gojo gave you a wink as he held the doorknob, nodding at the bed. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” he teased. He then closed the door, still behind it. “I’m serious!” he called. “You might wanna lay down a towel or somethin'!” And then you were finally left alone to take a hot shower and get ready for bed. 

You lay here now, thinking to yourself how fast everything is happening. You still can’t believe you’re here with the most notorious outlaws in the West, about to go on a long journey with them that could either go really good or really bad. You think of Shoko, wondering if she read your letter. Is she looking for you? Does she miss you? And what about the others at the saloon? Are they okay? Are they safe? 

You suddenly hear a tiny chuckle from behind your headboard where a wall separates your bedroom from the duo’s. Gojo’s voice drifts through the wall, sugary sweet and seductive: “Sugu~” 

“What?” Geto sighs, sounding exhausted. There is a rustling sound like bedsheets shifting. “C’mon, Satoru, not now. I have to clean up before we leave.” The bedsprings creak as someone sits up––probably Geto. 

“Can I clean up with you?” Gojo purrs. “C’mon, I can help you clean all of those spots ya can’t each.” Then you hear it: a deep, soft moan that makes your face grow hot and your mouth part in shock. Are they…? 

Another one of Geto’s velvety moans makes it very clear that they’re not cuddling over there. “Shit,” he sighs. “C’mon now, stop it. I’m serious, you slut.” Gojo giggles–giggles–as he continues to do whatever he’s doing. “Oooh, I love it when you call me that, almost as much as you loving it when I call you my cock whore.” 

Your jaw goes slack. Are they that slutty? “No, I don’t,” Geto growls. “I’m not about to do this while Y/N is in the other room. These walls are thin as ice!” His words are cut off by another series of quiet moans and hums of pleasure. “The water will be on, so she won’t hear,” Gojo assures him. “And even if she does, I think she’d enjoy it. Especially when she hears how hot your moans are.” 

You would never admit it, even to yourself, but the sounds of Geto’s moans are getting you hot. They are so smooth yet syrupy; deep yet soft. Seductive. Sexy. They make your body tingle, especially one body part in particular. You can feel your pussy throb annoyingly so from beneath the sheets like it has a heartbeat. 

You can’t remember the last time a man-made you this aroused. Even the ones at the Blackwater saloon barely got you wet. And sex with Valentine was never a fun time. He did nothing to turn you on despite his pretty face. There was barely even a wiggle down there for you. But now? Now, you feel like you need a release or you’ll go insane. 

“Let’s get in the shower, baby,” Gojo seductively says. “We have no time to waste, remember?” And so they do. You hear the bedsprings as they get up from bed and their footsteps as they walk to the bathroom on the left side of their bed but still behind your bedroom wall. You can hear the rustling of their clothes as they strip; their breathless giggles and the soft, wet sounds of their lips meeting each other’s. 

Their soft moans and hums of ecstasy mingled with the sound of pounding water light your body on fire. You find yourself squirming uncomfortably in your bed, especially when Geto begins to moan. You begin to feel a tingle from down below that only grows the louder Geto’s velvety moans become. “Fuck, ‘Tarou,” he sighs. “You’re so fuckin’ good at that.” 

Your hand slides down your stomach to wedge between your thighs. You know that this is wrong. You know that you’ll regret this later, but fuck, they sound too hot to resist. And it’s only natural, right? You just need some release. They’ll never know. So you begin to slowly rub your tingling, needy clit in time with Geto’s deep moans and swears. 

It doesn’t take a village idiot to figure out what Gojo is doing, but when you hear the soft, sucking sounds and the sloppy noises of his tongue swirling around Geto’s dick, you get your answer. “Yeah?” he chuckles. “You wanna give me a reward, Sugu?” 

You hear more lewd sounds that take you to unholy places and bring colorful visuals to your head: Gojo on his knees gagging on dick with Geto’s hands in his wet, white hair, his hips bumping into Gojo’s mouth as he fucks his pretty face. “Just make sure you keep it down,” Geto instructs. “You don’t wanna wake the whole hallway, do you?” 

Gojo giggles and there is only the sound of water until both men moan in unison. The sound nearly makes you gasp, your back arching as your fingers work faster on your now slippery clit.

“Oh, fuck!” Gojo moans. His language has become nothing but slutty moans and whimpers while Geto lets out soft grunts and gasps. “Soon as I’m inside you, you’re singin’ like a little songbird,” Geto chuckles. “What am I gonna do with you, Satoru, huh?” 

You close your eyes, picturing the long-haired outlaw pressing Gojo against the wall, grinding his hips into the white-haired outlaw from behind. You see Geto’s cock, long, thick, and gorgeous, sliding in and out of Gojo’s taught and firm yet soft asscheeks, stretching out his hole. 

“Sugu, please,” Gojo begs. “Don’t stop! Keep goin’ just like that!” 

“Just like what?” Geto teases. “Like…this?” He must do something with his hips or his cock because Gojo is moaning uncontrollably, slutty gasps and whines leaving his pink lips. The sound of wet, slapping, of skin against skin, emits from the wall. “C’mon, babe, shhh,” Geto shushes him. “You’ve gotta keep it down.” 

But Gojo is too far gone just as you are as you rub your pussy in time to Geto’s thrusts. “C-Can’t help it!” he stutteringly, pathetically says. “You’re fuckin’ me too good!” 

“Cover that slutty mouth then,” Geto demands in a voice that has your clit throbbing increasingly so. “Yes, that’s it, my love. Let’s see how quiet you can be filled with all this dick.” 

You imagine him saying the same thing to you, his cock stretching you out while Gojo tweaks your hardened nipples that one of your hands has begun to do for you. Briefly, you imagine yourself sandwiched between them, nothing but stolen kisses and breaths between you. You can almost feel their muscles and warm skin under your hands. You can almost taste them on your tongue. 

As their moans and the lewd slapping grows louder, your hand grows a mind of its own and works your clit faster, harder, wanting to peak with them. You picture yourself doing the same thing while Geto fucks you from behind while Gojo fucks your throat, both cocks filling you up the way you want to be. The way you need to be. 

“Fuck, Sugu, I’m gonna cum!” Gojo warns, high-pitched and needy. Geto responds with a grunt, loud and so unlike him, that nearly sends you over the edge. “Me too,” he growls. “Cum with me, ‘Tarou, c’mon. Don’t you wanna be my good boy?” 

‘Do you wanna be my good girl, Y/N?’ he asks in your head. ‘Don’t you wanna be our good girl?’ You want to say yes. You’ll do absolutely anything to feel like this all of time, even be theirs. 

“Cumming!” Gojo suddenly gasps. “I’m cummin’, Suguru, fuck!” ‘Me too,’ you think. ‘I’m cummin’ too!’ And you do. As a series of slutty, loud moans and groans of release drift through your wall and into your bedroom, you let out a whimper and cum all over yourself. For a moment, you’re soaring through the clouds, covering your mouth to muffle your moans as Geto and Gojo cum together. 

Then as soon as it happens, it’s over. The sounds die down and the pleasure fades, leaving you feeling icky and your fingers coated in your cum. You can’t believe you just did that. 

You can’t think about it for long though because three loud, terrifying knocks on the duo’s motel door next to yours nearly make you jump out of bed. “Oh, shit!” Gojo gasps. “What the fuck was that?” 

You think the same thing before you hear the knocks again. “You sure this is the door, sir?” a rough-sounding voice asks. 

“Yes!” a high-pitched voice replies. The shower immediately shuts off and the pitter-patter of feet stomping around behind your wall makes you jump out of bed and grab your clothes set out for today. “Th-This is the front desk clerk with security!” the same man calls through the door. “We know you’re in there, gunslingers! You’re not gonna get away with not paying for these rooms! That’s a crime!” 

‘What the fuck?!’ you think. ‘Those mother–’ 

Four more demanding knocks silence your thoughts and make you hurry to get dressed. “Gunslingers!” the guard barks. “Either come to the door and surrender to us now or we’ll break down this goddamn door and take you into custody. Don’t think we won’t do it!” 

You toss on your clothes, pull on your riding boots, and tie your bandana around your mouth. You begin to look around for an escape route as the knocks become more agitated. The door is out of the question, so you look at the window which is about twelve feet above ground. 

‘I’ve gotta get out of here,’ you panickingly think as you hurry to the window, only to see Gojo already there and waving at you from outside. He is fully dressed with his hat, gloves, and blinfold on as if nothing happened before. You throw open the window, allowing him to climb inside with ease. “Hi there, little miss,” he greets you, tipping his hat. “You’re up early.” 

“You bastard!” you hiss, wanting to punch him. “You ain’t pay for the rooms?!” 

“Well…not exactly,” he sheepishly confesses. “We paid for half for this one, but inflation is a bitch and these rooms are expensive! I ended up havin’ to steal away one of the keys to this room while the clerk wasn’t around. Can ya blame a guy for tryin’ to help?” He shrugs, giving you an apologetic smile. 

You want to cuss him out, but before you can, another bang on the door next to yours stops you. “Open the fuck up!” the guard yells. “You’ve got ten seconds to come out or we’re breakin’ down the door!” 

“Get me out of here,” you demand, glowering at Gojo. He only gives you a tiresome look as he snatches the drapes off of your window. “That’s what I’m here for,” he scoffs. “Just get your things together and follow my head. Geto is roundin’ up the horses. By the way, is that black one with the braided mane yours? She’s such a pretty thing!” 

You could’ve kicked him out the window, but instead, you hurry about and gather your shit. Luckily, your bag is already packed with toiletries and everything else you’ll need on your journey, so you toss it onto your body and put on your cowgirl hat. The sound of a large bang from the next door makes you gasp in fear. “Gojo!” you snap. “Hurry!” 

Gojo is currently tying the drapes together into a makeshift rope, taking his sweet time doing so. 

“Alright, alright,” he sighs. “And…finished!” 

He then tosses the rope outside the window, tying the end to the leg of a chair. Next, he climbs out onto the ledge, grasping the rope. “Stick your feet out first and grab hold,” he instructs you. “All you have to do is climb down. Don’t worry; I’ll meetcha at the bottom and catch ya if you fall. See ya at the bottom!” 

“Wait!” you hiss, but he’s already inching down the makeshift rope. You watch him as he climbs down the rope with ease and precision, his upper strength doing all the work until he finally meets the ground. Obviously, he’s done this many times before, but you haven���t. Even just looking down makes you want to throw up. 

You grip the window ledge, suddenly dizzy. ‘I can’t do this,’ you think, the words repeating like a mantra. ‘I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t–’ 

BANG! The door to the motel room next to yours busts open and the sound of stomping footsteps makes you jump out of your skin. “They ain’t in here!” one of the guards angrily growls. More footsteps, this time out in the hallway. “Try the other one,” the clerk says. “I know someone is in there!” 

When you hear them at the door, now you know you have no choice. You look down again, finding Gojo standing there with his arms waiting for you and a smile on his face. You don’t think––you just do. 

You turn around, put your hat between your teeth, and stick your legs out the window first before grasping onto the rope and gently, carefully, edging yourself down. The wind hits your face, the sun warm against your cheek. Its warm rays and the promise of the ground below are the only things that keep you from looking down. 

“You’ve got it, little miss!” Gojo calls up to you. “Keep goin’!” His words help somewhat though the feeling of your feet dangling in midair and the burn of your arms are all starting to get to you. You’re about halfway down the rope when you hear the sound of a bang and the guards and the clerk now in your room: “Where are they?!” the guard demands. 

“The window!” the clerk shouts. “Hurry before they get away!” Fear leaps into your heart and before you can rethink your decision, you release the rope and leave it all up to God. You feel nothing but the wind in your hands, slipping through your fingertips, as you soar through the air. 

You expect to feel the hard ground below, but you don’t. Instead, you feel muscular arms and a solid chest. You look up into the blindfold and smile of Gojo. “Told ya I’d catch ya,” he chuckles. For a moment, you feel secure and safe in his arms, hating that you do. 

Luckily, the moment is ruined when Geto comes running up with your horses and the guards come to the window. “There they are!” he shouts, pointing down at you. “Shoot ‘em!” The glint of the sun off of metal frightens you even before you realize that his partner has a pistol. 

The first bullet zips past you and Gojo, scaring the horses. You begin to squirm in Gojo’s arms, enough for him to put you on your horse himself before jumping on his own. 

“Hurry!” you yelp, snapping your horse’s reins. “Let’s get the fuck outta here!” The second and third bullets hit the dirt as you three begin riding like hell away from the motel, your horses’ hooves thudding against the dirt. 

“Don’t come back here ever again!” the clerk yells at you. “You hear me?! I’ll make sure you’re all behind bars if I see you again!” 

‘Don’t worry,’ you think. ‘You won’t.’ 

******** 

When you’re finally out of Blackwater, you feel like you can finally breathe and relax.

The shops, homes, and all signs of civilian life have since disappeared, replaced with a dusty trail, trees, and mountains dusted with snow in the distance. Blackwater is but a blip in your memory, nothing but nature there now as you travel alongside the gunslinging duo. You feel Reneigh’s body move underneath you as she slowly walks up the road, the sun’s rays turning her black hair golden. 

You sense a presence beside you and turn, finding Geto riding his horse with one hand. You try not to think about how good he and Gojo look on top of their horses. “Sorry about earlier,” he says, actually sounding guilty about it. “I would’ve preferred us to be gone earlier than we did to avoid that, but I ran into some…complications.” He coughs into his gloved hand. 

‘Yeah, I know,’ you bitterly think, but then feel a pang of guilt due to the fact that you willingly flicked your bean and came to the sound of these “complications”.

You still feel weird and guilty like you invaded on something you shouldn’t have. But then again, they’d have to have known you’d hear them since the walls were so thin…did they want you to hear them? 

“Long as we’re alive and not behind bars, I’m good,” you sigh, looking away from Geto. “Thanks though. So where to first?”  You hear the sound of him unraveling something and look back to see him taking a map out of his pocket. 

“Bull’s Creek, which is only five miles from here,” he answers, reading the map. “We’ve got a gang of wanted outlaws to catch that are residin’ there who robbed a town in another county. A woman there wrote to ask us for help because apparently, these four are terrorizin’ their town too.” 

Gojo hums in acknowledgment from in front of you, a weed in his mouth. “Not only that, but these four are old accomplices of Benji’s that we worked with: Zankoku, Makima Murakami, Angelface, and Arata Katana. We plan on shakin’ ‘em down and askin’ either one of them where Benji is without resorting to too much violence.” 

Geto rolls his brown eyes from beneath his hat. “Too much violence,” he parrots. Gojo looks back at him with a smirk. “Excludin’ killin’!” he cackles, wagging a finger at him. “If we wanna stay outta prison.” 

“Sounds good to me,” you reply, and it does. Anything to get your hands on your target. A peaceful silence falls over you three as you totter up the road, the breeze cool and sweet. Suddenly, Gojo speaks: “Y/N, where are you from? You’ve got a distinct accent on ya that I’m just now noticin’.” 

You wonder why the fuck he cares, but curiosity couldn’t have killed the cat that badly. “The South,” you vaguely reply. “Born an’ raised.” The white-haired gunslinger looks back at you in awe. “Really?!” he excitedly asks. “I’ve got friends from the South! What town ya from?!” 

“Why?” you ask, more harshly than you intended. The silence becomes awkward almost immediately. “C’mon, Gojo, don’t make her feel weird,” Geto calmly criticizes his partner and gives you an apologetic smile to ease the tension. “I think he’s just tryin’ to make conversation. It makes these long travels easier.” 

You don’t know why, but you feel guilty about being so harsh. You don’t like being asked about your past. It’s just too painful. But if they can tell you about your past, you can at least answer Gojo about where you’re from. “Pinewood,” you answer. “It’s a small town in the Southwest county.” Gojo hums thoughtfully, not missing a beat. “Hm…haven’t been there before.” 

‘And you never will,’ you think. 

“So how did y’all meet?” you curiously ask, quickly changing the subject. “I mean, since we makin’ conversation or whatever.” 

The duo share a smile you can’t decipher as they look at each other. “We were childhood friends,” Geto explains. “We both lived in a small town with about a couple hundred people. One day, we were playin’ by the lake after a bad rainstorm and I slipped on the mud by the bankside. I nearly drowned that day, but Gojo saved my life. That day was it was for us: we fell in love instantly.” 

Even as cold as you are, you feel yourself thaw at such a cute story. It’s like a fairytale romance for them.

“But we didn’t start dating until we were older,” he continues. “As kids, we both had tragedies we helped each other deal with. Gojo’s mother died in childbirth and his father was pretty much absent. And I came from a family of alcoholics who never accepted me. So we became each other’s family.” 

Gojo looks back at you, the weed still in his mouth. “Didn’t think two of the most notorious gunslingers in the West had tragic backstories, huh?” he sarcastically asks. “It’s a damn cliche.” 

You don’t say anything, letting their stories and honesty wash over you. 

“So what about you?” Geto asks. “What’s your story? You got anyone waitin’ for you back at home?” 

“Like a lover?” Gojo adds. “He or she is a lucky bastard…or bitch.” Geto shoots him a sharp look.

“Shut up,” you mutter. “And no. I ain’t never been with nobody before…well, nothing that was real anyways.” All the “lovers” you’ve had were either hook-ups or false relationships on your part, like yours with Valentine. 

“So you’ve never been in love?” Geto asks, and he sounds almost saddened by this prospect. That irks you and you don’t know why it does. How is it that two of the most notorious and dangerous gunslingers managed to find love in such a harsh world and you haven’t? Maybe you’re just meant to be alone. 

So you give them both the realest answer you can as you stare ahead at the rocky road: “Love ain’t never done nothin’ but get me in trouble and cause me pain.” 

And just like that, the conversation ends.

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[luvmarigold]

keep it hush (college!peter parker x fem!reader)

Summary: You find yourself crossing a line with Peter that you never intended to cross.

Pairings: fwb!peter x reader

WC: 1,086

WARNINGS: fluff, two idiots in love, mutual pining, slight angst (?)

important note: this fic has NOT been stolen! i, the original writer, am reposting this on my new blog as my previous blog (spiderl0rd) was wrongfully deleted. as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! this is a part of @mermaidxatxheart ‘s Hot Writer Summer Challenge! this fic is based off of the song “Toothbrush” by DNCE. divider by @firefly-graphics

You were in heaven. At least it felt like you were.

Lying there with your head on Peter’s chest, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your back, legs tangled up in the warm sheets, you were the most comfortable you’ve ever been. Perhaps too comfortable.

You and Peter met during your freshman year. He and his friend, Ned, lived in the dorm directly across the hall from you. After learning that you were both from Queens, you became instant friends. It wasn’t until the Spring semester that you noticed something between you. A spark.

A lingering glance here. A flirty comment there. You both finally decided to give in to temptation and try your hand at being friends with benefits.

That was six months ago and against your better judgment, you felt yourself falling for him. Hard. You swore to yourself that for the sake of your friendship, you wouldn’t let yourself get attached. However, your heart had other plans.

You glance out of the window to see the sun setting, realizing your time with Peter has come to an end. You let out a sigh before moving to climb out of bed. Before your feet are able to touch the ground, you feel a gentle hand wrap around your wrist.

“Wait, you’re leaving already? It’s barely even 8 o’clock.” He says with a nearly imperceptible pout on his lips.

You let out a light chuckle, “I just figured I’d start heading back. I’ve been here all day. You’re probably getting sick of me by now.”

“Don’t say that. I could never get sick of you. I love every minute I spend with you.” He says with a slight frown.

You pause and look at him – really look at him. He’s dead serious. You attempt to laugh it off, ignoring the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. You ruffle his already messy curls before finally climbing out of bed, “Aw, thanks, Parker. I love spending time with you too.”

There is a moment of silence as he takes you in. Eyes follow you around the room as you free yourself from his t-shirt, changing back into your own clothes. 

“Hey, Y/N?”

You hum, urging him to continue.

“Y’know you’re always welcome to stay over if you’d like…right?”

You stop in your tracks and look at him, searching his eyes for any indication that he’s joking. Your search turns up empty. 

You just sigh and shake your head. “C’mon Pete, we’ve talked about this. You know the rules.”

“It’s just…you’re always in such a rush to leave after we hook up. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that, that’s all.”

“I appreciate that. Trust me, I do. I just don’t think it’s appropriate.”

“What do you mean? You’ve slept over dozens of times. What’s one more?” He says crawling over to the edge of the bed to be closer to you.

“Yeah but that was before we started doing this.” You say gesturing between the two of you. 

“It’s just one night. It’s not a big deal.”

You frown, “Maybe not to you, but it is to me.”

A look of confusion flashes across his features. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that cuddling and spending time together after sex crosses a boundary that we both agreed we wouldn’t cross. We both agreed that we need to give each other space in order for this to work. Otherwise, it’ll start to feel like we’re more than just benefitting if you know what I mean.”

A long, uncomfortable silence hangs in the air as you go back to gathering your belongings. You almost forgot that Peter was in the room before he quietly spoke up again.

“…But would that be so bad, though?”

“Peter-” “Please. Let me finish.”

You nod sitting back down next to him on the mattress.

“I’m sorry, okay? I know it’s against the rules or whatever but I can’t help the fact that every time I see you walk out that door, you take a little piece of my heart with you. Every night we spend together just plays on repeat in my head, over and over, until I get the chance to see you again. Being around you is all I want to do, Y/N.”

You feel your heart rate pick up and your breath quicken. This is the moment you’ve been dreaming of since you first came to terms with the fact that you had feelings for Peter. So, why are you not over the moon about his confession?

Avoiding his gaze, you turn away from him, shaking your head. “We’re friends Pete. I would never jeopardize that.”

“Well can’t we at least try? Look at me, sweetheart.” You reluctantly let your eyes meet his as he grabs your hands, sandwiching them between his own. “I say to hell with the rules. I’d break every rule in the book if it meant we got to be together. I’m not saying we have to end up in a relationship if that’s not what you want. All I’m asking is that we have a proper go at it and see if we can make things work. I’m tired of moving around in secrecy. I want to take you out on a real date. I want to fall asleep next to you. I want to be able to show you off because that’s what you deserve, Y/N. Let me be the one to give that to you.”

Your brain is screaming at you to say “no, absolutely not” but your heart is screaming louder and it’s telling you that this may be worth the risk.

“If I agree to this, keyword: if, would you agree to take things slow?”

“Of course, whatever you want! Maybe you can start leaving a change of clothes here? I can empty out one of my drawers for you if you’d like. I can even get you an extra toothbrush or something that you can keep in my bathroom. That way, you don’t have to leave super early to go back to your place. Oh! How about we-” You cut off his rambling by grabbing his face between your hands.

“Parker!”

A deep red washes over his features, throwing you a sheepish grin. “…Yeah?”

“I’d be honored to leave a toothbrush at your place, you goof.”

Those are the last words you’re able to say before he pounces on you, smothering your face with kisses. “You won’t regret this, Y/N. I promise.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #hotwritersummerchallenge #peter parker #college au #college!peter parker #peter parker fluff #song fic #tom holland #fwb!peter parker #tom holland fluff #spiderman #peter parker fic #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #marvel #marvel fanfiction #writing challenge #marvel imagine

[lazyofficer]

HERE IS WHY SHIRLULU IS A LEGITIMATE SHIP -PART 1

Warning: I'm not a writer and English is not my native language. So kindly bare or DM me about it. Criticism is welcomed not hate.

I always wanted to post a detailed analysis of  Shirley X Lelouch  relationship and will post in parts due to Tumblr restricted on images. 

Fun fact- I started watching Code Geass with all the spoilers (deaths) and was fully expecting to be part of the Cclulu or Kalulu fanbase (because they are popular), but as I continued watching, I couldn't understand why Shirlulu had a minor fanbase and was ignored when their feelings were so obvious. Needless to say I became a Shirlulu shipper.

Let's start -

Shirley and Lelouch loved each other.

While Shirley's feeling are so obvious.

Lelouch's feelings are hinted throughout the series (both direct and subtle hints), which are often ignored as filler or brushed off as "guilt" for killing her father (which is not the case). 

There are people who dislike Shirley just because she is not "useful" like other girls. Let me tell you it's called a business deal and not love if you are going to choose a person based on their "usefulness." 

Let's start with Direct hints

R1 Stage 14 -

although the whole episode is dedicated to Shirlulu and their relationship. I'm focusing  only on the bits right now.

Lelouch, being dense when it comes to love, didn't realize his feelings until he lost her. Lelouch really cherished her presence in his life.

When I first watched CG , I really didn't expect that Lelouch would say such a romantic line especially for Shirley ( the ship so unpopular) and I repeat NO ONE would say this for a platonic friendship.

I was suspicious of Lelouch's feelings but this episode made it crystal clear that's its mutual , it's just Lelouch didn't realize it before.

Honestly, I would love to see them bicker and laugh it off after patching up

R1 Stage 12 & 14 -

IIrc, Shirley is the only girl whom Lelouch kissed back.

Personally I don't think he kissed her back due to guilt over killing her father but more like doing anything he could to comfort her.

If he could have kissed back Kallen if guilt was the reason but he only let her kiss him.

R1 Stage 14 -

"Any sin you commit is mine to bear" is the love language of Lelouch. If we consider Lelouch's personality.

He is not type to buy flowers and chocolates and he is the type who would do everything in power to hide the evidence of you murder and going far to even take the blame for it.

Ranked as one of the best anime hugs and only hugging scene in code geass. The way Lelouch pulls and hugs her is everything

R2 Stage 12 -

Shirley felt Lelouch was lying about his feelings for her. His response was immediate hard " No". Once he realised what he blurted be played innocent.

The reason why he played innocent was because he is to busy to be in a relationship.

This alone should be a proof that Shirley's feeling are reciprocated.

It's because of his feelings he wants to keep her at distance so that is safe.

R2 Stage 24 -

Lelouch was arguing with Schneizel about how people struggle against sadness yet still seek the future.

The first scene that played was Shirley's death, symbolizing that Lelouch's struggle against sadness was Shirley's death and how he still he seeks a future.

R2 Stage 25 -

Lelouch was dying, the first person that came to his mind was Shirley not CC or Kallen (after it was just chronological order S2-S1), and his last being his childhood with Suzaku and Nunnally. Special people in Lelouch's life

Many people chose to ignore this moment but this one is undeniable proof that Lelouch never moved on from Shirley

#shirleyxlelouch #code geass #lelouch lamperouge #lelouch vi britannia #shirley fenette #shirlulu #my otp #canon #LuluShir #love

[irritablepoe]

awake on a midsummer night (ranpoe fic)

ao3

tags: mutual obsessive + possessive behavior, late night conversations, (kind of) unhealthy relationships, mutual stalking, established relationship

word count: 1214

summary:

Poe had only lit one candle to not disturb Ranpo. The light that flickered upon his pale face now showed a distorted look of pain and the hand that was frantically scribbling words was visibly shaking. Ranpo watched at first, with a stomach-twisting sourness, until he finally couldn’t bear it anymore.

On a midsummer’s night, Ranpo and Poe had decided to open the windows to let as much cool air into the room as possible while the sun wasn’t out. Because of Poe’s floor deep windows and the balcony that lay beyond them, the only thing dividing them from the garden below now was the insect screen that swelled and ebbed away again with the breeze.

Ranpo was laying in bed, though he hadn’t slept yet. He had watched in silence as Poe had first tossed and turned in their bed and eventually had stood up, carefully, so he’d not wake Ranpo up. Which was ridiculous considering he had been quite restless the whole time.

Poe had sat himself at the desk that stood in the other corner of the room, facing the middle of the room and - therefore - also partly facing the bed. Poe hadn’t noticed Ranpo’s observation of him yet and Ranpo didn’t want him to either. He wanted to figure out what had gotten the writer so agitated that he had to write something down past midnight.

Poe had only lit one candle to not disturb Ranpo. The light that flickered upon his pale face now showed a distorted look of pain and the hand that was frantically scribbling words was visibly shaking.

Ranpo watched at first, with a stomach-twisting sourness, until he finally couldn’t bear it anymore.

He moved in order to show Poe he was awake. The latter flinched where he sat. The quill he was holding was almost thrown onto the paper, like he wanted to hide that he had been writing at all.

“Oh.”, he said. Still recovering from the shock he tried to overplay it with a breathy chuckle. “You’re awake.”

“What are you doing?”, Ranpo asked. Not judgmental, just curious.

“I’m, uh, I-I couldn’t sleep.”

Ranpo raised an eyebrow. “So you wrote?”

“Uhm.” Poe looked at the paper like he was surprised at it himself. There was barely any light besides the candle and the moonlight coming through the window, though Ranpo could see that he was conflicted.

“Hey, Ed, you can tell me, you know. Whatever it is.”, he said softly.

Poe snorted. “It is not so easy…” His voice was shaking yet strangely monotone and bitter.

Ranpo sat up and pulled his legs to his chest as he watched Poe carefully. “Would you try? Please?”

While time seemed to stop inside their room, the outside world went on with its nightly sounds. In the near distance a cicada called and suddenly stopped again, a bird chirped to another, cars formed a cohesive background noise. The sounds filled the vacuum that was their silence now, stretching time and thoughts like they were gum.

When Poe spoke he calmed the storm that had built up in Ranpo’s head immediately. “I’m scared.”, he whispered and hid his face in his hands. “I’m scared of myself. I-I have these… thoughts that shouldn’t be… They shouldn’t be in my head. I can’t…” He breathed in deeply and then he said with the most despairing voice Ranpo had ever heard from him: “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Ed.” Ranpo was on his feet in an instant, rushing to his boyfriend’s side. “Ed, please.”

Poe kept his face hidden. “Don’t look at me.” In seconds he apparently realized that Ranpo was able to read his paragraphs of text now that he was standing at his desk. In a desperate attempt he tried to drag the papers off of it and to the ground. Ranpo was faster. He slammed his hand down; unfortunately the inkpot fell as well though. Ink was splattered onto the paper, making most of the lines unreadable. Ranpo didn’t have to read all of them to understand them though. Over and over and over again there was only one word written on it.

Ranpo, stood there, perhaps two hundred times, with narrow and elegant handwriting, as if to make sure the name was never written in a way that would make its presentation seem unjust.

“I’m sorry.”, Poe cried and pulled away, trying to maneuver himself out of the chair and to possibly run away, but Ranpo kept him from it with his arms, pushing him back into his seat. Shortly after the writer started to trash against him, not hitting, but squirming and crying against his grip. “You don’t understand! You don’t understand, I can’t bear it! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

With one last sob all energy seemed to leave his body and they collapsed, Poe still restrained to the chair by Ranpo who was hanging over him at a weird angle. He rearranged himself so he could press his face to Poe’s legs.

“I’m sorry.”, he cried as well. “I’m sorry I’m causing you such pains.”

A pained whimper escaped Poe at the words as he tried to comfort Ranpo. “But it’s not your fault! It’s mine! I’m a creep, a stalker, almost a murderer. I did all of that on my own, you’ll not take responsibility for these things. I won’t let you.”

Ranpo rose at these words. Anger shot through him. “You think you’re the only one?”

Poe flinched at the harshness in his tone and, for the first time since Ranpo had stood up from the bed, showed his face as he frowned at him. “Hm?”

“You think I didn’t make check-ups on your past after we first met; you think I didn’t regularly check what you were doing, even long after everything? I knew exactly that you were working with the Guild, I knew you were working on something and that you were planning on coming to Japan. The only thing I didn’t know was what you were planning with Fitzgerald, because I didn’t care. I only cared about you.” Ranpo was breathing heavily at the confession. Poe stared at him. “Call yourself a creep and a stalker all you want. But you should know we are in this shit together. I know you would never let me go. And I would burn the world down before I’d let you leave.” Ranpo bowed before him. “... and I’m deeply sorry that I can’t feel even a little bit of regret about this fact.”

Poe’s mouth was agape at that. A moment he continued to look at Ranpo as if he was an angel descending from heaven. Then movement came into him again. He pulled Ranpo to him by his shirt and breathed in the scent of his skin while kissing it, leaving marks along the way. Ranpo let him, gladly leaning into the touch and doing the same to Poe in return.

Suddenly, Poe stopped with his breath tickling his ear. “I don’t have regrets either.”

Ranpo chuckled darkly. “No regrets, yet so many apologies.”

“I don’t want to scare you.”, Poe said. “Truly, I don’t.”

“You don’t.”

“Good.”

“Can you sleep now then?”, Ranpo asked, cuddling into the crease of Poe’s neck.

“Hmm, yes.” A yawn split his lips and suddenly his voice revealed he was a lot more sleepy than he let on at first. “I’m yours, you know. I’m all yours.”

“And I’m yours.” Ranpo pulled the taller one down to kiss him. “And now come to bed so we can cuddle. I’m sleepy.”

Poe chuckled and obeyed gladly.

#bsd fic #ranpoe #bsd ranpoe #bsd ranpo #bsd poe #ranpoe fic

[fredandginger64]

Dean says " telling what I really think of my partner is a hazardous chore. Our partnership in many ways is like a marriage. I dare say we have spent more time together than most married couples do. On the road together while we were mainly doing nightclubs we even roomed together most of the time. We never had a difference of opinion that we couldn't resolve ourselves and very quickly. Indeed, until a bunch of outsiders got into the act, we never had a problem we couldn't resolve by sundown. As a gag sometimes I say that it seems like we've been together 15 years but it's actually 5. Psychologists will tell you the first 10 years of a marriage are the toughest. It's the same with a creative partnership such as ours.

"I don't want to sound stuffy yet in some ways our relationship has been a far greater trial than the usual blending of abilities and efforts towards a common goal. We've worked under continuous pressure and a never ending sussession of deadlines. This sort of thing can try the patience of an angel and you won't see either of us wearing wings. We've matured to the point where we realize no two humans see exactly alike but this need not break up the family. In fact Jerry and I both feel that if either of us had to sacrifice our individuality, the team would suffer irreparable damage. What makes it spark and create the kind of entertainment that our particular public buys is a blending of two divergent personalities. We're not twins identical in temperament and backgrounds- we're "Pardners" which is the name of our new film. Of course I think Jerry works too hard but he doesn't think so, not even when he's so tired he can't see straight. I think he is too generous with material. His clowning on the set, at home or the golf course is frequently more amusing than many specially written acts written and produced in plush cabarets. He's wide open to ideas and appreciates the little things as much as the big ones. He loves everything he does-thats why he insists on working with the writers on our show and our films. That's why every little detail concerns him, every decimal point in a film budget, every curl on an extras' hair. People ask if it's true if Jerry makes most of our decisions concerning our careers. Jerry would be the first to explain that a team needs a spokesman and he frequently speaks for the both of us- but only after we have consulted with each other and thrashed things out. Professionally we think so much alike and our interests are so mutual and I trust him explicitly. Jerry will on day be a highly successful producer if he wants to. He has great executive talent and an inquisitiveness that would get a cat in trouble. His is sensitive yet he can take a joke. I remember when we were playing the Copacabana in New York City. We went out to dinner and got back late, barely in time to dress for the show. We got into our tuxedos in a hurry and could hear the band playing our introductory music. I slipped into my shoes and was halfway out the door yelling for Jerry to hurry. But he couldn't. There he sat, slipping his feet into his patent leather shoes but unable to move them off the floor. No wonder, I had nailed them down as a gag. So he went on in his tuxedo and socks. But he got me back later on. It was my wife's birthday so Jerry sent her a mink coat in my name. Naturally he charged it to me. How was he to know I had already bought her a mink coat that day

--------------------–-------------------

"Until a bunch of outsiders got into the act"

I hope this helps @judy1926

If you need any more help please let me know.

#martin and lewis #partners #they loved each other

[nikethestatue]

I didn't even realize until you mentioned that Amren acts more like a High Lady than Feyre. Tbh I'm really shocked to see SJM treat the main character of ACOTAR that way. She's not done this with any of her the fmcs so this is very strange to see. Referring to Feyre as just "Rhysand's mate" is... certainly a choice. It's as if she's letting the audience know that she doesn't care about Feyre and it's just Rhys for her. This is worrying me for Elain because if she's shafting the main fucking girl who started it all for the dude she has a boner for what will she do with Elain because she clearly likes Az a lot. I'll throw the book away if it's just AzrielAzrielAzriel-a little bit Elain-AzrielAzrielAzriel. I know it's stupid because she always focuses on the girls more but lately I don't have any faith in her. She's just doing anything now and writes solely for self-indulgence.

Yeah, many of my mutuals disagree with me, I can totally see her doing an Azriel book under the guise of Elain's book. She'll do the bare minimum with Elain, or will make her another Aelin and will completely destroy her character, but then will write an Azirel book.

I know Ive been very negative about SJM lately, and I am not an anti, but the choices that she's been making with her writing, with her books, leave me very unsatisfied and frustrated.

I think everyone on ALL sides is over-theorizing and over-analyzing. She gives me no confidence in that she is actually going to follow through with any of her plotlines.

She just throws stuff in she kinda feels like writing about NOW, but then she might not wanna write about it later, so she just..won't. Right now, the ONLY theory that I am pretty sure she will write--out of the sea of theories and plot lines--is some kind of bond breaking/nullifying. That's it. Because she 'feels like it'. Beyond that, there is no consistency with anything. We could be in Prison, in Illyria, in Erilea, under ground....We legit dont have a villain right now! Who is it? Koschei? I don't know. Maybe. It's been 3 books and do we know anything more about him? Nope. Could she have set up him or another villain? Sure. Did she? Nope. Do we have Elain set up? Nope, not really. We haven't seen her since ACOSF. We haven't seen Feyre in ages. All we see is Azriel and Nesta, her two current obsessions.

I refuse to theorize or even pay attention to any theories. Kudos to everyone who still thinks she is a consistent writer with a 'plan', but anyone who goes and rewrites an entire book in 5 weeks, clearly has NO plan.

I'll write fanfics, post some art, talk to you guys, but I find myself not knowing anything with any degree of even remote certainty right now.

[phantomrubyy]

If your not busy then can I request romantic yandere silver the hedgehog? :D ( ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪғ ɪᴛ's ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀʏ )

~🌹 anon

YANDERE SILVER THE HEDGEHOG

TYPE: romantic headcanons

SERIES: all media types

WARNINGS: yandere behavior, mentioned murder, implied violence, obsessiveness, toxic mindset, unhealthy relationship, worshipping

NOTE: Apologies for the delay! I hope this makes the wait worthwhile. Also, no need to apologize, you don’t bother me in any way. Although I had writers block when I wrote this, I had fun nonetheless. I hope you enjoy 🌹 anon!

◇ Silver the hedgehog is a hero who was born into nothing and is constantly fighting to have something. Although he is an optimist, he gets worn out and frustrated with his future constantly in peril due to the actions caused in the past. Even with Blaze’s support, the duo can barely make a change in their timeline which results in them having to travel back in time. Regularly having to travel back to Sonic’s timeline to save his own future becomes exhausting however Silver will always refuse to give up as all he wants is something more than a future in ruins.

◇ As he usually has to team up with Sonic and his friends, that will most likely be how you two meet. As a mutual friend of the blue hedgehog, Silver happily strikes up a casual conversation with you during his few moments of rest; After all, his main reason for being in this timeline is to help prevent catastrophe in the future so he can’t stray too far from his goal. Although, Silver will happily set some time for the two of you to properly get to know each other and spend time together. Even when he’s busy with something or if there’s nothing to talk about, he is content in enjoying a moment of silence in your presence. Whenever he can, he enjoys the tranquil atmosphere of this timeline with you when there isn’t Eggman or another threat destroying said atmosphere. There’s just something about looking at a world so hopeful and different than his own beside you that makes him feel at ease.

◇ Compared to what he deals with on a regular basis, you’re like a breath of fresh air. He cherishes the time the two of you spend together before he returns home. Yet, as the two of you grow closer he begins to long for more quality time with you. Silver even begins to hesitate to return to his own timeline right away. All he really desires is to be able to spend more time with you in peace, without worrying so much about a future attack. However he knows if he wants to have something, he has to fight just as he’s always done. Not just for his future but for yours as well. As he contemplates his thoughts about you, Silver goes to Blaze for advice on his emotions. This in turn, leads to the realization that he likes you.

◇ Feelings of affection and adoration are foreign to the psychokinetic hedgehog as his sole objective has always been to prevent the destruction of his own dimension. He didn’t have time to think about romance as it would be a waste of time or a distraction from his goal. While confused, it doesn’t prevent Silver from continuing to spend time with you. Despite his romantic feelings for you, he is unlikely to outright confess to you as he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship or the image you have of him. He would be perfectly fine never telling you his true feelings instead of your interactions with him becoming awkward. Silver values your happiness and safety above all else. However, if you end up getting severely injured in the middle of a fight, Silver will blurt out a confession as he desperately tries to help you in fear that he will lose you.

◇ After you recover and the day is saved, if you confront Silver about his abrupt confession he will come clean and properly confess his feelings for you. Once you explain you feel the same way and the two of you establish a relationship, he’s ecstatic. He visits your timeline more frequently and gifts you things he knows you will enjoy in neat packages. He is also quite easily flustered with affection in the beginning of the relationship, especially in public. Despite how flustered he gets, he absolutely melts and gives you a couple of kisses on your cheek. He also enjoys holding your hand whenever possible, especially if the two of you go out for a walk.

◇ Compared to others, Silver is a much more tame yandere and slightly more grounded to reality. This is thanks to Blaze’s influence and advice. As he has never been in a relationship, he turns to his best friend for her input on whatever is on his mind. Whenever he has a strange suggestion pop into his head or impulsive thoughts scratching at his brain, he goes to her. As the two have known each other for a long time, Blaze gives him the benefit of the doubt for his intensity and thoughts; but she doesn’t completely dismiss his demeanor. However if he begins expressing much more worrying behavior, Blaze immediately goes to alert you to help talk some sense into her friend. She knows Silver has good intentions, but she doesn’t want him acting out on some of his absurd thoughts.

◇ As he has a strong sense of justice, Silver isn’t one to resort to violence. For him, having to fight someone is an inconvenience. However, the hedgehog won’t hesitate to confront anyone on your behalf whether it be due to someone being mean to you or worse. Any insult thrown at you is taken personally with him as he adores all of you and deems you unworthy of such an act. While he doesn’t enjoy getting his hands dirty, murder isn’t completely off the table. If anyone gets in his way or so much as hurts you, Silver won’t think twice before killing them. After all, he values your happiness and well being, and if someone disappearing makes you happy, that’s enough justification for his actions. Hell, you don’t even have to tell him outright you hate someone. If he merely hears you wish for someone to just go away in an off-hand comment, consider them completely out of your life.

◇ He truly loves you, so Silver puts your needs above his and everyone’s own. You’re the best thing to happen in his life, how could he not worship you and want to do everything for you? As he adores you, one of his main forms of affection are acts of service. Anything you desire, Silver is on it. He would walk a thousand miles on broken glass if you so wish. While he is a hero and has some degree of morals, he isn’t above breaking said morals if required. His principles aren’t nearly as important to him as much as your gratitude and satisfaction of him doing anything for you. You have him tightly wrapped around your finger, eagerly waiting for your next request.

◇ He would put his life on the line to ensure the two of you have a wonderful future together. If anything threatens his vision of a peaceful life with you, consider the threat gone with no questions asked. No more red skies, destruction everywhere or everything in ruins. From now on it would be just the two of you basking in the sun under a blue sky. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?

#yandere x reader #x reader #yandere #yandere sonic the hedgehog #headcanons #yandere silver the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog x reader #yandere silver the hedgehog x reader #🌹 anon

[mjparkerwriting]

Author Ask Tag Game

Thank you @rickie-the-storyteller for tagging me! Using The Bird Book to answer these questions even though I've barely dug into it yet.

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

There's a lot going on here and my main characters are teenagers (which I never do because I don't really like writing kids). They are learning and growing every day, but if I could name one thing I want people to get from this story it would be the value of friendship, community, and accepting that some things are the way they are for a reason. I want it to be a coming-of-age story, but something that speaks more to me and my community.

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

Oh yes. There are tons of references to black culture and life and it's really a love letter to my childhood and my culture. This won't be the last time I say that exact line. The story is low fantasy so many elements of our world are present.

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, and help readers grow as a person?

My MC is a teenage boy named Johnny. Johnny is simple. Johnny wants a girlfriend. That is literally it. He is chasing after a girl. BUT besides that, there's a lot going into it and I want people to see themselves in Johnny. When they read it, I want them to be reminded of the stupid stuff they did as teens with their friends.

4. How many chapters is your story going to have?

Not sure. It may be around 25 chapters? I haven't worked out any goals for this yet.

5. Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

This is original content. I don't know how it will be put out into the world, but I will of course post snippets and fun stuff about it here, just like I did with TLBH.

6. When and why did you start writing?

I have been writing since forever. I've always just loved stories and loved telling them even more. I only got more serious about it when I felt like I couldn't find the exact stories I wanted. Then, I realized I could just make those stories. And then, I realized I could just keep making stories.

7. Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers on Tumblr do you follow?

Have fun with it! Do what feels right to you. It's your story, so you are what matters at the end of the day. Don't worry about who will read it. Just write something that you want to read.

I am tagging my "other writers" so that people can follow them and see how cool they are but also so they can maybe do this tag if they're up to it. These are some really cool people and it's very difficult to narrow it down. I just wanna tag all of my mutuals lol: @mjjune @girlfriend-champion @quinnharperwrites @macabremoons @fayeiswriting @writeblr-of-my-own @squarebracket-trick @toribookworm22 @words-after-midnight

#tag game #writeblr #wip tag

[221bshrlocked]

don’t go

Pairings: Sergeant Hunter x afab!Reader

Words: 2278

Warnings: Mutual Pining.

Summary: Hunter thinks you're afraid of him. A brief confrontation makes him realize it's actually the opposite.

A/N: This is for @cloneficgiftexchange ClonexReader Comment Swap. Writer's block is a bitch but I managed to finish this with a few hours to spare. Comments are always appreciated

Hunter couldn’t help himself. Every time you’d come around and ask Wrecker if he wanted any snacks, or offered your assistance to Tech as he tinkered away on the Marauder, he would stop whatever he’s doing and stare at you. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, far from it. He just felt a little left out, knowing that you can hold a conversation with his brothers and Omega without a problem, but grew incredibly flustered and nervous whenever he approached you and asked if there was anything you needed. 

Maker, it was even worse when you were with Omega. She was his sister after all, but as the months flew by, he felt more like a father to her. And seeing you so sweet and kind with her, so playful even when you didn’t have time, it stirred something in his heart. 

At first, Hunter wasn’t sure what it was he was feeling. He thought for a long while that he was concerned with how friendly you were since their arrival to Pabu. Good things never lasted, and he had this hunch that you would betray them if they stayed on the island long enough. But as he spent more time with you, or rather, stayed close enough to the group when you hung out with them, Hunter knew that it wasn’t distrust he was feeling towards you, but a longing. 

Longing to be trusted by you, perhaps even be considered as a friend. 

He didn’t know if he did anything upon arrival that made you so avoidant of him. All he knew was that you were much more comfortable with the others than him. What’s even worse, he even tried to bring it up several times to see if he needed to apologize for whatever he did. But every time he’d walk your way, you’d either excuse yourself, or ask him if he was doing well before leaving immediately. 

Hunter didn’t like it one bit. 

How rapidly your heart beat whenever he is close to you. 

“Great,” Omega breaks the silence, making Hunter turn to look at her in confusion. 

“Hmm?” He tilts his head to the side, eyeing the little girl before staring at your retreating form as you hurried up the hill and away from everyone. 

“You made her leave again.” Omega sighed deeply, shaking her head when Hunter’s expression remained blank. She watches as her older brother turns one last time towards the incline of the city before shaking his head and walking away from the group. 

“Hunter, do you realize what you always do whenever she’s around?” As always, Omega refuses to let things go and follows him down to the shore. 

“Not sure what you’re referring to.”

“For someone who constantly loves breaking things down to all of us, you sure are slow.” The little girl laughs as she skips ahead and stands in front of him, blocking him from going down any further. Hunter shakes his head and quickly steps around her, praying to the maker that she would leave him alone, even for a little while, so he can ruminate on his emotions. 

“You need to be nicer to her.” That seems to do the trick, and Omega barely manages to hold back her smile when her brother turns around quickly and frowns at her. 

“When was I not nice to her?” He’s hurt, more by the fact that there is a chance he did, in fact, do something and didn’t realize it. 

“Oh I don’t know, every time she comes by and you give her that death stare you’re giving me right now.” Omega takes a defensive stance, narrowing her eyes at her brother when he continues to look at her so sternly. 

“I- I don’t do that.”

“Yes. Yes you do.” 

The harsh expression is gone in a second, and it takes Omega far too long to realize that Hunter may be telling the truth. He looks more hurt than irritated, and Omega understands immediately why her normally aware and intelligent brother is behaving in such a way. 

“Try to talk to her the next time you see her.” She expects him to respond right away, but when Hunter turns around and walks down the pathway to the beach, Omega knows it’s best to leave him alone. 

Unlike all the other times Hunter came down to the shore, he finds himself more relaxed than ever. The sounds of the waves as they crash near his feet quickly becomes white noise, and he meditates on Omega’s comments. Was he really staring at you so coldly every time you came by? Was that the reason why you’re always so reluctant to hold a conversation with him? 

Kriff, what if you were afraid of him?

He didn’t like that idea. The thought of being someone you fear nearly sends Hunter into a frenzy, and although he wants nothing more than to go to you and ask you what he can do to prove himself otherwise, he remains where he is, falling backward into the sand and praying the coarse sensation can distract him from his mind long enough until he can find a solution to this problem. 

With each turning wave, Hunter slowly drifts to sleep, but just as his body surrenders completely to the fatigue coursing through his veins, he feels someone approaching him. He jolts awake instantly, getting to his feet in record time and turning around just as he takes the vibroblade out of its holster. 

It takes a few seconds for his mind to catch up with what his eyes are seeing, and when he recognizes you, he takes a few steps back and drops the weapon to the ground, knowing that he may have just made things a little worse than before. 

“Kriff, I didn’t know it’s you. I thought it was…nevermind.” He doesn’t bother explaining himself, knowing that nothing he can say will make this moment any better. Hunter expects you to run away, but when you don’t budge, he dares to look up at you. 

Instead of finding the concerned expression he’s grown to expect from you, he sees you smiling softly at him. Hunter doesn’t know what to do, mostly because you’ve managed to disarm him so easily, without any effort. 

Then you take a step towards him, and Hunter feels his heart skip a beat. Against his better judgment, he takes another step back, afraid of scaring you unintentionally should you be within arm’s reach. 

“Hunter.”

It’s the first time he’s ever heard you call him by his name, and something about the way you continue to smile at him as you ring your fingers nervously makes him set aside his nerves and look into your eyes. 

“May I come closer?” The question surprises him more than anything. He thought he would need to be the one to approach you if he ever wanted to make you think better of him. Not trusting his own voice, he nods briefly and focuses his gaze to the sand beneath his feet. 

With each step you take, Hunter thinks his heart may leap out of his chest all of a sudden, and it’s only when you’re right in front of him that he realizes your own heart rate isn’t as frenzied as it tends to be whenever you’re around him. Before he can think of what might happen next, he watches as you slowly reach up and cup his cheeks, the warmth of your palms simultaneously feeling like molten lava and simmering vapor against his own skin. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.” If he didn’t have heightened senses, Hunter is sure he would have never heard the whispered apology. He pouts at you when he finally understands what you just said, but you don’t give him a chance to say anything else, letting go of his face so you can give him some space. 

Thinking that you’re about to leave him again, Hunter reaches out and grabs your wrist, stopping you from walking away any further from him. You look down at where he’s holding you, and Hunter curses himself for letting his body follow through his intrusive thoughts. 

“I’m sorry, I- I shouldn’t have…”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, not once dropping your smile as you twist your wrist in his grip until you intertwine your fingers with his own. Hunter breaks eye contact to stare down at where you’re touching him. He longs to pull you into his arms until you forget everyone else, but he remembers what Omega said earlier and frowns at the thought of you fearing him. 

“What’s the matter?” You snap him out of his haze, refusing to let go of his hand even when his grip loosens around you. It takes Hunter a few minutes to find the words to respond to you, and he hopes that he isn’t reading you wrong. 

“I never meant to make you uncomfortable.” He wants to say so much more, but he hears your heart rate pick up and he knows he’s doing it all over again, whatever it is that always made you so afraid of him. Maybe it was the proximity, or the fact that he literally held a kriffing knife to you not so long ago. 

“Hunter, you don’t make me uncomfortable.” Your response comes instantly, and Hunter doesn’t like the fact that you might be telling him what you think he wants to hear. It’s unnerving. 

“You- you don’t have to lie to me. I can hear your heartbeat mesh’la. Every time I come closer to you, or try to- to talk with you, your heartbeat screams at me…begs me to stop before you run away from me.” He knows he can’t look you in the eyes now, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he might scare you again like Omega said. 

It’s quiet for longer than he likes to admit, and when he thinks you won’t respond to him, he lets go and slowly makes his way back to the walkway. 

Before he reaches the stone path towards the city, he feels your arms wrap around his body so tightly that he grows a little concerned. Hunter looks down and sees your fingers dig into his shirt. He doesn’t know what’s going on. All he knows is that you’re refusing to let go of him, and your heart rate is rivaling his own. 

“Please,” the whimpered plea catches him off guard and although he knows he should ask you if you’re unwell, he says nothing, and instead rests his hands on top of your own. You’re practically shaking against him, and Hunter’s anxiety reminds him, yet again, of how he is when he’s nervous. 

“Don’t go.” The request is music to his ears, and he turns to the side to try and glance at you. You’re pushing your cheek into his back and holding tightly onto him, and if Hunter were a better man, he would have waited until you were ready to tell him what you want.

But he wasn’t a better man, he was a desperate one. 

And he really wanted to hear you say that again. 

Without thinking twice of what he’s doing, he unravels your arms from around him and faces you quickly, not giving you a chance to say anything as he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. It only takes you a few seconds to mirror his actions, and when he feels your body melt into him, he thanks the heavens that you were brave enough to stop him from leaving. 

He’s not sure how long he remains standing with you in his arms, but when your heartbeat no longer threatens him, he pulls back and looks down at you, long enough for you to realize that he wants you to meet his gaze. 

“Mesh’la.” Hunter is a hairbreadth away from you when he whispers that word again, and while you want to ask him what it means, you know it would be best for the both of you if you were to tell him what you always run away when he tries to speak with you. 

“Hunter, you don’t make me uncomfortable…you never have.” Hunter takes a deep breath, knowing it’s best if he lets you elaborate on your confession. 

“It’s just that…you make me nervous.” You hold onto him tighter as soon as you say those words, and Hunter raises his eyebrows in shock, only for his expression to fall again when you break eye contact with him and throw yourself into his chest.

“You make me nervous. Ever since you arrived…I can’t help it.” When he feels you growing anxious again, he slowly roams his arms across your back in an attempt to calm you down. 

“You look at me with such a direct gaze and I- I…” Your inability to put into words what you’re feeling makes Hunter wish he would have had this conversation with you sooner. He smiles to himself as he pushes you away so he can get a better look at you. You reluctantly let go and raise your attention to him, biting into your lower lip when you see his hazel gray eyes stare into your own until they hold you captive. 

“Cyare…I feel the same way.” 

It’s all you need to hear to grow at ease in his embrace, and when Hunter leans down, you shut your eyes in anticipation of what’s to come. 

Then you feel his lips brush against your forehead, and you understand then that there will never be anyone else. 

It will always be Hunter. 

#cxrcs.round2 #tbb hunter x reader #hunter x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #tbb hunter #hunter tbb x reader #the bad batch #clone x reader

[stinkyme]

can u name ur fav nikolai writers pls

i need recs

trust me anon, I barely read outside my moots' posts/fics now because I don't have time or forget to check it out and even when I read, it's never about Nikolai 💀 idk why I do it and I am not entirely sure are you looking for fluff, smut, angst or dark content, but I hope I will suffice enough :)

everything I read I reblog (and this just made me realize I didn't put the tag for it), but I rarely come around Nikolai fics lately, even from my mutuals

but!!, there is one fic I really want to read that I saw yesterday on my dash but then life happened, it's fluffy Nikolai w a cat :3 it's from @/doukeshi-kun, so you can check it out as well! :) I will probably read it now since I am not busy and reblog it, if that's easier for you :)

but besides that!!

@/nikolaiismysugardaddy has works about him! Check her masterlist :)

@/sigmoon has couple of works about him! You can check her masterlist :)

@/iovetecchou has one work about him, you can check her masterlist :)

I know my first ever fic about him was inspired by an anon and @/doukeshi-kun, so please check them out too! I really want to read their works, but I am either reading my mutuals' work or writing or living and then I forget LOL

I don't know any angst fics about Nikolai, so I apologize for that :")

#stinkyanswers #i am sorry if this wasn't enough of profiles but i named everyone i know :“) #i will try and look for more now and either comment on this post or reblog those once i read them :) #these are all great writers so :) <3

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

As a Portwell shipper I will admit that I liked most of Season 3 I just didn’t like how it ended. I feel like Portwell breakup was poorly written I get it that they are in different places in life but I hate to break it to Gina whether she realizes it or not she is going to be in the same situation with Ricky because he will graduate before her. I would of been fine if Portwell had a mutual breakup where they decided they were better off as just friends. I want both EJ and Gina to be happy. 1/2

I hate how Gina puts more effort in her relationship with Ricky than Ricky ever does. Rina feels one-sided to me because Ricky barely puts any effort with his relationship with Gina to show how much he cares about her. I just wished Ricky actually apologize for his behavior in season 2 and wanted to make it up to her because he missed their friendship instead of Gina being the one that asks if they can start over. I feel like Gina deserve so much better than Ricky. 2/2

Hi anon! I think it's so valid that you still like season 3! This season definitely had its moments and as a Frozen musical girlie, I had a lot of fun seeing the cast bring it to life. I loved seeing Gina in a lead role. I loved Ashlyn's coming-out story. I loved the exploration of Kourtney's anxiety. The beginning Portwell scenes were so cute (not s2 level but still pretty cute). This season did some things well and I would be remiss to ignore that. (Also, s2 of stranger things is my favourite even though i dislike j*ncy, so I completely understand liking a season even if the ships aren't handled well).

Anyways, I completely agree. The breakup was poorly handled and it's so frustrating because we all know we're going to be in the same position with Ricky in a year. Did the writers not plan ahead at all? If you're going to make one couple break-up, don't put us in this loop where the same situation will be set up again with the next couple. Especially because, as I think I've said before, EJ is someone who pursues Gina just as much as she pursues him, so they could weather the path of him being graduated and all that jazz, but Ricky has never been the one pursuing Gina, especially not on the level that she pursued him in the past, so we have no reason to believe they would have a higher chance of working out after Ricky graduates.

I agree that a mutual Portwell breakup would have been so much better. It's not like I don't understand how complicated the situation is. The writers could have found plenty of valid reasons to break Portwell up while still respecting the ship and the fans, but instead we got this.

I love Ricky but he needed to do so much more to deserve to be in a relationship with Gina after all he put her through and how little he has done for her. The bare minimum he needed to apologise.

You're right anon. Gina really does deserve better.

#thanks for the ask! #anti rina #portwell #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts 3 #hsmtmts season 3 #ej x gina #gina x ej

[dearcat1]

(Reliance)

Part 8 of An Exercise in Patience

The Varia overdo it a little for the younger Sky's heat. Sawada, however, seems to find it endearing to a degree. Or so Xanxus supposes because Sawada now smiles at his grunts sometimes, a shy, little thing. Xanxus counts that as the victory it is. Both that and that Sawada emerges from his heat freshly showered, wearing comfortable clothes and one of Xanxus's coats. One the alpha didn't even notice missing. Xanxus pulls away from the wall and walks closer, visually checking the omega for any signs of stress. "Alright?"

"Yeah." Sawada rubs his eyes, giving Xanxus his coat and stealing the one he currently has hanging on his shoulder. "I'm just making today a lazy day."

"Alright." Xanxus doesn't mention the move and resists the urge to pull Sawada closer for a proper scenting. "I'm going to stay here. Let me know if you need anything." 

"Chocolate?" It's more of a question than an affirmation but Xanxus nods anyway. "Tea? Mama usually makes me tea." 

He's distressed, Xanxus realizes and doesn't frown because it would be misinterpreted. Sawada is used to having his mom as a support system after heats, Xanxus assumes, and now she's gone. Off to somewhere with Iemitsu. The Commander shifts, ducking down to catch the omega's eyes. "My Sun makes great tea," Xanxus offers. "And he knows how to behave himself."

For a moment, Sawada hesitates. "Will you be there?"

It's not the right moment for pride but Xanxus feels it anyway. "If you want me to, of course."

Sawada nods. "Then ok." He grabs Xanxus by the sleeve and guides him to the living room. "My nest is upstairs," Sawada explains. "Will you call me when it's ready?" 

"Yeah." Careful not to spook the omega, Xanxus settles down, making a show of putting his guns down on the table. "Luss will just come in, make the tea and leave." 

"Ok." Sawada relaxes a little more at the assurance. "I'm going back to my nest."

Lussuria shows up in record time, arms full of chocolate varieties and a box filled with different tea leaves. Xanxus wants to snort but he knows how his own instincts are screaming at him. He can't blame Lussuria for the same. "Poor dear." His Sun laments, making a beeline for the kitchen. "Boss, I wish you would let me send some of the care packages over here." 

Xanxus clicks his tongue, baring his fang until Lussuria lowers his eyes. "Don't push too hard, he's been alone his entire life before us." His mother was supposed to be around but Xanxus doesn't think the loyalty is mutual. "The last thing he needs is a pack barging in without a care for moderation. He's comfortable enough with you making him tea, that's going to have to do for now."

"I suppose." Lussuria pouts but gets to work. "He's a pretty thing, isn't he? I'm just excited."

With a sigh, Xanxus sits back. "I know you are." But Sawada will tell them all to fuck off if they step out of line. "Slow and steady wins the race, Luss." 

"Alright." The Sun sighs, heating the water. "Where is Reborn?"

"Went off to try and track the mother." There was little the tutor could accomplish from here, after all. His role means Sawada is wary of him. 

"Did Iemitsu know?" Lussuria shakes his head. "This isn't helping."

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #xanxus #sawada tsunayoshi #a/b/o #an exercise in patience au

[refusetoseetheghosts]

I know I'm going on what would be a very unpopular ramble here...but...

I'm kind of scared about the potential situations that could unfold for Season 5 of Stranger Things, guys.

Of course I'm trying to maintain optimism that we will get the thoroughly hoped ending of delivering us Byler in all it's glory.

Then the coin sort of flips and I begin to consider what they truly could do to us and it's seriously traumatic, I just don't want to process the probability of it.

I feel like we've searched for all the subliminal and not so subliminal silver linings in the scenes, exchanges, everything in between and it would be so, so easy for the writers to serve us with what we want, as though it's all been leading to this one, perfect, cinematic moment.

What unfortunately puts a dark cloud over this campaign is, the fact that it all just seems too reminiscent to the two IT installments, for me. Which is terrifying.

I mean, yes the films were based on the text of the novel, so we all knew that Eddie was going to die, it came as no surprise. There was room for being prepared. However, none the less, it was heartbreaking to see because throughout both installments, it still delivered all of the passing exchanges, glances, subliminally and definitely not subliminal flirtatious moments, smiles, embraces, that depicted the undeniable love between Eddie and Richie. I mean THE #Reddie hammock scene was basically just as significant and parallel to THE #Byler car scene. It just seems to be paving the way.

Now, yes, I'm aware that #Reddie was canon, it wasn't an unrequited love and it was strongly present in the text of the novel. It didn't, however, have the ability to reach it's fullest potential as it stayed true to it's predecessor, the novel, as it should. So we didn't receive the deserved ending that Eddie could have had if it were to be freely written. There was no confession or mutual exchange, just the "he knew too well" that lingered after the final moments. It gave us enough though to understand, there was so much more, it goes without saying. Not to mention the heartbreaking close of Richie being absolutely besides himself, sobbing over Eddie.

My concerns though, are that the writers of Strangers Things have so much room to develop this in any direction, but will they? They are not confined to any pre existing formalities like the IT installments were. But, will they deliver it the way it deserves to be?

All I'm saying is, I'm not ready and never will be ready, to see all of the soft exchanges, affections, insinuations, lingering looks and the confession in the car scene...

For there to be this sort of build up, spiraling around this pair and...

I can barely bring myself to say it.

But for the duffers to sacrifice Will in season 5, setting everyone into emotional turmoil

Because it's possible, in many ways.

Especially with the suggestions of it beginning with Will and ending with Will.

Could he be destroyed by Vecna?

Could he sacrifice himself so selflessly to save his friends, or even...save El?

Could El find herself in a position were she has to destroy Will, because it's the only way to end it?

Even worse, could any of these possibilities...lead to some kind of realization and confession from Mike himself, to Will, in these final moments?

Just no, it can't happen, right guys?

I'm not going through another #Reddie moment

Do us justice, Duffers, give these two and ending worth celebrating, you have every ability and opportunity to do so.

#stranger things spoilers #stranger things 4 #stranger things #st4 #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #it chapter 2 #it chapter 1 #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #rambles #concerns #i hope not