#silent fuckery comic

[keferon]

Part 5. “Fire”

It’s cold for some plot related reason haha

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#silent fuckery comic #transformers #maccadam #rodimus #hot rod #drift #tf drift #idw drift #idw hot rod

[darklordofthesimp]

Clement (John Price x Reader)

Can be read as a standalone. Part 1 here. 

Summary: John continuously ends up in your medical bay but now it’s his turn to take care of you. 

A/N: These two are my fluffy couple and even that I can’t manage

Category: Mutual Pining || Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Graphic Language || Anxiety || Themes of PTSD

“Don’t take this the wrong way, John. But, I really don’t like how much I’ve been seeing you.” 

Captain John Price raised a brow, groaning as he situated himself in his usual seat. The man was soaked in blood, a sight that you’d begrudgingly gotten used to but still hated. He had no right to take offence, he was in your office every other week with varying injuries. The way you saw it, he was in that office more than you were. 

“Kinda hard not to take that the wrong way, darlin’.” He chortled as he readjusted his bad arm, the noise just as pained as it was amused. 

“Saint,” you corrected. 

“Saint,” Price rolled his eyes. 

You sat down in front of him, a huff pulling from your chest as you took him in. There was a long moment as you both stared at each other, silent and almost comical. 

“I’m sick of your shit, Captain.” You gave him a deadpan glare. 

John scoffed, “oh, don’t be like that.” 

“No, seriously ” you threw your hands up, “You owe me a drink.”

Price’s eyes widened in disbelief but you ignored him as you slowly dabbed antiseptic across his wounds. You could feel the muscles beneath your fingers tense as he fought to find the words.

“I’ve been asking you to let me buy you a drink for weeks!” John hissed, his eyes flitting cautiously to the doorway as a nurse walked past. He didn’t want to compromise your professional reputation, no matter how much you drove him crazy. 

You only raised your nose at him, “well, that’s because I don’t mix business and pleasure.” 

“And now is the exception?”

“No, now is the payment for putting up with you and your accident-prone kids’ fuckery.” 

Price laughed, it was full-bodied and warm and something that you could listen to forever. Your hands faltered in their work. Usually, you were steadfast- but John Price always had you on the edge of your seat with a pounding heart and a fuzzy mind. 

“Well, then.” The Captain conceded, relaxing a little more into his chair. “I’d better make it a damn good drink.” 

You hummed your agreement, leaning in closer to get a better look at the wounds on his neck. 

“A damned nice place too,” you said distractedly, “no grubby bars for this one.” 

How did he even manage shit like this? You were so in awe of the strangeness of his injuries, that you hadn’t realized the effect your proximity had on the good Captain. Your words whispered across the skin of his neck and jaw like a gentle caress. The knowledge that he could kiss you right now simply by tilting his head down a little, it drove him insane. 

“Of course not,” he rasped, “I’d take you somewhere fancy. One of them nice cocktail bars, maybe.”

You smiled as you tended to him, your gaze glued to where your hands worked their magic. You couldn’t have seen the way his eyes flickered from your brows to your lashes, and then to your lips. You wouldn’t have noticed the way he clenched his jaw and prayed to anybody who was listening that you weren’t talking shit.

“I’d love that,” you murmured, pulling your touch from his skin to reach for the wound dressings. He craved the warmth immediately. “You’d be in a suit and all.” 

Price chuckled, partly at what you’d said and partly by how distractedly you spoke. 

“Is this all part of your master plan to see me dressed up?” The Captain said jokingly. His heart stopped when you finally flicked your gaze up to his. 

It was at that moment that you realized just how close you sat to him, your mouth going dry at the proximity. You could smell him so clearly as if all your senses had suddenly kicked into overdrive. John always smelt like pine and tobacco. You wondered if it was just his body spray mixed with those damned cigars, but part of you knew it had to be some pheromone that drove you crazy. 

“Funny,” you regained your bearings, leaning back in your seat to observe him. “I was going to accuse you of the same thing.” 

Those ocean-hued eyes sparkled with mirth, roving over your features as if he were committing them to memory. John had a way of seeing beneath all the armour you wore, but somehow it never left you with the sense that you were defenseless. He always made you feel seen but safe. He was comforting. 

“Won’t lie to you, love. I’d give anything to see you all dressed up,” John said honestly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

You raised a brow challengingly but the Captain only watched you, as comfortable as ever and confident in his words. After a long moment of silence, you finally spoke. 

“A lot of these boys would,” you rolled your eyes. “Not exactly invoking confidence here.” 

John straightened in his seat a little. 

“Well that’s the problem, innit?” He said, shooting you a meaningful look. “They’re boys, not men.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, maybe with something smart or clever or anything really that would throw the good Captain off kilter. Instead, you were interrupted by a woman leaning in through your doorway. It was the new nurse that had transferred from another unit only a few days ago.  

“Saint?” She said softly, eyes flicking between John and yourself. “Just wanted to pop in and let you know that this is the last patient on your roster.” 

You smiled, trying to ignore the way that her hand sat precariously on your door handle. The stomach-churning realization that she didn’t know the protocol for your office was making it difficult for you to speak. 

“Awesome, thanks Angie.” You choked out.

As you opened your mouth to remind her to leave the door open, the woman skittered away as fast as she’d appeared. You watched as the door swung shut, anxiety roiling in the pits of your gut. The sound of it clicking closed felt like the final nail in the coffin. 

You took in a deep, calming breath. “Lovely.” 

Price stood up from his seat instantly, resting a hand against your shoulder as he moved to pass you. “Easy love, I got it. You just focus on getting me back into fighting order, yeah?” 

 “Yeah,” you rasped, your fingers shaking as you slowly reached for your stitching kit. The sound of John’s footsteps behind you felt like a hammer in your chest and you tried to fight the urge to swing around and watch him. 

You trusted John. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you and you knew this was just a reaction from your prior experiences. A closed door and a turned back had been a recipe for disaster last time, but this time you were with the good Captain- you were with John. 

There was a long silence from behind you as the door rattled and you tried to ignore the sound, focusing on attempting to thread the string through the eye of the needle. Your hands were trembling far too much for it to be anything but a joke. 

“Saint.” John said from across the room. 

Not love, not darlin’, not even Doc. 

Just Saint. 

You held your breath, swivelling slowly on your stool to face the man behind you. Price stood by the closed door, his expression carefully blank. He had a palm resting on the handle. 

“I need you to take a breath,” he began. “Don’t panic.” 

Too late. 

You said nothing, painfully aware of how dry your throat suddenly felt. Each breath felt like your skin scraped against sandpaper, and with every beat of your heart, it felt like it was only going faster.

John rattled his hand against the door and to your horror, it didn’t budge. 

“Saint,” he raised his other hand with his palm facing outward, an attempt to placate you. It was well and truly too late for small acts of comfort, it was well beyond that point. 

How could they have accidentally locked the door? 

You stumbled off your seat, reminding yourself of the breathing techniques that you had taught both Birdy and Ghost. How could you help them when you couldn’t even help yourself? 

You were a fraud. 

“That’s fine,” you said, sounding anything but fine. “This is fine, we just need to call the nurses on the outside.” 

“Saint.” 

You reached clumsily for your table, the tools and bottles tipped overboard to bounce against the vinyl flooring. You swore beneath your breath, painfully aware of how hot it had suddenly become. Sweat trickled down the length of your spine, prompting your anxiety to run with it. 

You had forgotten what you were even looking for. 

“Saint.” 

You needed to get out of there. You needed to get that door open. You couldn’t be in there, couldn’t be left to the mercy of another soldier. Your heart thrashed wildly in your chest, your ribs aching as they tried to contain it. 

“Saint!” 

The door was closed and there was a man in the room with you. If you showed weakness it would only encourage him to attack, you needed to maintain the facade. You needed to be strong. Your fingers found the scalpel handle on your table. You wouldn’t let it happen again. 

“Saint!” 

You shot up straight, whirling around on the soldier now standing behind you. The instinct to protect yourself overcame any situational awareness that you had, you weren’t going to go through it again. The blade in your hand came down hard, aiming straight for his chest. 

Price caught your wrist instantly, ocean gaze baring deep into yours. 

A desperate noise, something akin to a sob fell from your lips.

“You’re alright, darlin’,” John rasped, sparing a quick glance at the weapon in your hand. “Gonna need you to take a breath with me, yeah?” 

You were sweating but cold, shaking but frozen, all at the same time. 

You were a mess. 

A fraud. 

“Saint,” the Captain ducked his head to meet your dropping gaze, “look at me.”

His fingers came to rest softly against your chin, tipping you up to meet his eyes miserably. You sniffled, tears running rampant down the length of your face and neck. You wanted to sob, you wanted to tear yourself from his grip and beat against the door. 

You weren’t sure whether you were too scared to move or too safe. 

“You’re safe. I’m not gonna let anyone lay a fuckin’ finger on you,” John reassured, genuine and firm in the statement. He wasn’t fucking around, he wasn’t spitting pretty words just to break them. 

John Price was right about one thing, there was a difference between boys and men. 

And there was no way to confuse which one he was. 

“Yeah,” you rasped. It was dry and crackled but it was a sign that you still had some control over yourself. It was a sign that you weren’t going to snap. 

“Yeah?” The Captain smiled. The sight of it put you at ease. The sound of his chuckle comforted you. 

“Yeah.” You reaffirmed, nodding your head this time. 

You were okay and you were safe and it was just a fucking door. 

“Good,” John said, eyes sparkling with mirth. He flicked his eyes upward at where he still held your wrist. “You reckon you could drop your machete then? Fearin’ for my life.” 

You jolted at the realization that you were still holding the scalpel, the blade still pointed directly at the man before you. Your knuckles had gone white from how hard you’d been gripping it. 

You sucked in a deep breath, dropping it as if it had burnt you. Price hummed consolingly as you stared up at him with wide and teary eyes. 

“Im sorry-“

“Don’t.” John warned gently, releasing your wrist. “Don’t apologize for defendin’ yourself.”

You closed your mouth and offered him a shaky nod. You needed him closer, you needed comfort and for once that didn’t involve you craving isolation. Usually, you wanted nothing to do with people when you were like this. Now, your fingers itched to touch him. 

The Captain rocked back on his heels a little, observing you from beneath his lashes.

“You alright?” He asked. His hands moved to touch your elbow but he paused halfway, as if he thought better of it. You watched as they dropped, wishing that he’d just done it. 

“Could be better,” you said honestly. “Could use a drink.” 

Price laughed, short and sharp. His fingers flexed. 

There was a long silence as you both took each other in. You wanted to say something, literally anything. You could slip in one of your dry jokes or maybe ask him to sit back down as you searched for your phone. 

Instead, you found yourself watching him, enjoying the visage of the Captain behind the lense of a new perspective. 

And he was watching you right back. 

His hands moved again, this time slow and with intent. John was giving you the option to move away, giving you the time to reject his touch. Some part of you tried to remind you that you should be afraid, that you were alone in a room all over again. But there was no reason to be afraid of this man, he was not some broken soldier- he was the master of his own ship. He was the Captain. 

He was John Price.

When his fingers came to rest on your arms, goosebumps rose across the places that his warmth trailed. 

“Let me take you out,” he whispered, so close you could taste the words. “Let me get you a drink, Saint.” 

Again, the intentional use of your call sign. The name that you had given him but he’d refused to use up until today.

“John-“ you hesitated, shifting where you stood.

You wanted nothing more. However, your thoughts had a way of running away from you, taking your fears and experiences and sprinting from where you stood. You knew he was a good man, but at the end of the day military men had a stigma for good reason. 

What if he would fuck you over in the end?

What if he didn’t come home?

“I know what you’re thinking,” John spoke, stepping closer. “I know where that brilliant fuckin’ mind of yours is going and I want to stop you right there.” 

You snorted softly. “You don’t know what I’m thinking, Captain.” 

His palms settled against your biceps, fingers enclosing around your skin. You could feel his thumbs rub into your arms, as though he was grounding himself as he spoke. 

“I do. You’re thinkin’ about me doing wrong by you. You’re thinking I’m full of hot air and pretty words and all that shit.” John rattled off, shaking his head as he spoke. “You’re thinking ‘bout what happens if one day I don’t make it.”

Your breath caught in your throat. 

“Well,” his eyes bore into yours with an intensity that you’d never seen. “I’m not here to play games. What you see is what you get and if I have you to come home to, I promise not even God could take me.” 

John’s breath was shaky at best as he scanned your features. It was nerve wracking to put yourself out there but it spun you out trying to process what he’d just said. Everything in you wanted to kiss him the second he’d finished his sentence.

You swayed on your feet, mouth opening and closing as you tried to muster a response. Your heart beat against your chest, trying to escape its prison and run right into John’s grasp. 

“Okay.” You said.

You wanted to die. The man had said the most romantic thing you’d heard since you’d binge watched Bridgerton, and all you had was one word. The most unenthusiastic word, mind you.

But, in true John Price spirit, the man only laughed. Full bodied and victorious. 

“Okay?” He sought confirmation with the biggest smile you’d seen from him in months. 

“Okay.” 

You wanted nothing more than him. 

#john price x reader #john price #captain john price #john price cod #john price mw2 #COD MW2 #cod x reader #cod #call of duty x reader #captain price #Call Of Duty MW2

[crismakesstuff]

im so excited for invincible s2b now that it has an official release date… and that release date is march 14th

Let me talk about why that has me worried for the future of the show

‼️also no hate to any other shows mentioned‼️

I want to start with these two images :

invincible compared to the boys and now hazbin hotel has BARELY gotten any offical advertising on this level. The boys also got ads in times square for the promotion of s3 and the spin-off gen v im pretty sure but I could be wrong.

Don’t get me wrong I am rly happy to see an animated show get promotion at that level and I think more streaming services should do the same but why is it that invincible, a show on its SECOND SEASON gets nothing? The official invincible accounts have to do most of the heavy lifting themselves with generating hype on their twt,insta and tiktok. People complain that the accounts often make “an announcement for the announcement” but they have too! They literally have no other option! It sucks to see invincible show signs of a show thats clearly being tampered with by executive fuckery that has led so many other animated shows to an early grave.

Also I NEED people to realize that invincible’s release schedule NOT THE FAULT OF THE CREW

I see people regularly being rude and borderline aggressive to crew members online (which ive seen happen in other fandoms too) but the amount of people that were bitching and whining about the hiatus saying things like “this is why we shouldn’t let animators have good working conditions” and people agreeing with those takes were INSANE. The crew have no control over when the show drops or not, that is a decision left up to executives.

Now why could this delay be happening ?

a little bit ago amazon made this announcement to its customers:

this very well lines up with what many people began to speculate online as to why invincible had such a weird release schedule for season 2. They release the first half and get people hooked on the first 4 episodes ending on a massive cliffhanger and then release the second half after ads are introduced in hopes of making more money bc ppl don’t want ads in the middle of their shows.

Even then many people (myself included) think that it would’ve ultimately been better for the sake of the shows own hype to just wait to release them in March back to back all 8 episodes. Because the midseason break just kneecapped the hype the show had built up so hard and now many people are reasonably frustrated.

Because there was no clarity on when the show would be back. Most people assumed it would be a month long break for the holidays which shows have done for a long time. And then fake leaks came out that the show would come back in early January, and then the invincible accounts were virtually silent, and people were saying the break was intentional for fans to (recover) for ep 4. It was all over the place

What should fans do going forward?

Best thing you can do is stream the show legally if you can! TALK about invincible, don’t let the hype die out. Get this shit on trending ! Boost any official posts online showing that there is still a demand for this show! If you can, buy merch! Read the comics legally ! LET AMAZON KNOW WE STILL CARE ABOUT THIS SHOW!

again no hate to the other shows here bc ive watched all of them! I just want invincible to get some of that love too because this show is so amazing and you can tell how much love the crew has put into it <3

#i would honestly be so fucking heartbroken if invincible got canceled because its genuinely one of my favorite pieces of media ever #shoutout to the invincible crew for putting so much love into this show it fr shows #it deserves so much more promotion and attention #invincible #the boys #hazbin hotel #gen v #animation #invincible show #amazon prime #long post

[soupbitch-moneybitch]

blackbonnet drabble i pulled out of my hyperfixated ass. major s2 spoilers:

if i never see your eyes again

The first thing about Edward Teach that Stede Bonnet noticed were his eyes.

They were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Choked more than half to death, bleeding from the gut, lying in the midst of black smoke and hot flame, Stede saw two beacons of light emerge from the darkness surrounding him. A pair of soft, glinting doe-eyes that contradicted the rest of his person, all wild mane and tight leather. His eyes were the calm in the storm, and instantly Stede, all bloody and afraid, had been awash with a sense of serenity. These eyes—and the man they belonged to, whomever he was—they would make it all right again.

Despite everything, despite the carnage and screams and blood, he had smiled. He couldn't not smile at eyes like that.

And now, he will never see them again.

The worst thing about Ed's lifeless body, Stede thinks, as he rips away the cloth covering his still face, color drained from his usually vibrant skin, is the fact that his eyes are closed. Because it means that Stede will never again see the way the sunlight catches on Ed's irises like the rays sparkling on the endless ocean. He will never again see them crinkle in the corners with crows-feet when Stede makes him laugh. He will never again see him bat his long lashes, or widen them comically large when hit with a scheme or an idea for a fuckery. 

He will never again see the way his pupils blow wide when he's been properly kissed.

Every night since they've been apart, Stede has dreamt of Ed's eyes, looking back at him with as much love as Stede feels in his heart, and now those dreams will remain a thing of fantasy. There will be no gentle gaze on a sandy beach as the waves lap up onto the shore around them. 

Stede will never see Ed's eyes again, and it's a tragedy so monumental that he can't even feel the full breadth of it all. His chest is a pitch-black, bottomless cavern. Ed had once told him that all the important bits were on the right, but the shattering of Stede's heart solidly on his left side suggests he forgot about something vital. 

How is he meant to survive this? Ed's eyes are closed, goddamnit, and he's just meant to keep on breathing? 

He presses his forehead to his clasped hands and says, "I'm sorry." It's not enough, but it's not like there's a combination of words in the English language to convey the depth of his grief anyway. Of his regret. So he settles with "I'm sorry," and says it again for good measure, because the "I love you" that he wants to say is stuck as a suffocating lump in his throat.

The room is silent. Even the sea seems still. No room that Ed Teach occupied has ever been this quiet. He's too big a personality; the air vibrates in his mere presence. Or it used to. Now, with nothing but his body there lying slack on his deathbed, Stede realizes that Ed's soul took the sound with it when it left the room.

Except, suddenly, the silence breaks. A soft thudding sound pulls Stede out of his reverie of misery. He turns toward it and sees, with a lightning strike to his disassembled heart, the twitching of his beloved's hand.

And he begins to plead, aloud to Ed, and internally to whatever God that may be listening, that there may be life inside him yet. That Stede may see his eyes again.

"Come back to me," he begs, because now that he has it, he knows that having this hope dashed would surely put him in the ground right beside Ed. 

Ed's hand is still twitching, but his eyes are still closed.

If this chance is a fuckery, and I never see your eyes again, Stede thinks, then I never want to see anything ever again. Make me blind, because the world will no longer have anything worth viewing if your eyes aren't in it.

The air is vibrating again. Stede swears he can feel Ed's soul returning. He holds his hands so tightly that his own fingers ache from the clench. He prays. He prays and begs and prays some more, that somehow, he managed not to be too late.

Ed's eyes fly open.

They're the most beautiful thing Stede Bonnet has ever seen. 

#blackbonnet #blackbonnet fic #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #diz writes fic

[ladlez]

a/n edit: I'm so MAD i typed this out about 5 days ago then didn't post it, and now with the update it's slightly irrelevant because it is being more discussed BUT here this is anyway –

sorry but I'm thinking about how we recently learned that Wild knew an older/ghost(?) Twilight during his journey. I've read so many fics with this premise but 95% of the time it's a younger twi who remembers being a companion, and now we have a canon that is clearly not that...

thinking back over the content of the comic so far I'm going crazy thinking about how for all that time, for every moment we've seen so far, wild knew.

Twi has been brooding and tight-lipped about his connection to Time, but it's been an underlying thing we (the readers) are aware of. And it's pure tragedy, for us and for Twi, knowing what Time's fate will be. Wild, meanwhile, must know something of Twilight's fate. which, narratively, is [dial-up-modem noises]. It's about the time-travel-fuckery!!! It's about the tragedy of one having met the other before, but the other doesn't know— but for three people! Twi silently bears the loneliness of knowing someone who doesn't know him, of knowing a version of Time who doesn't yet exist. Twi carries this burden of knowledge, while (apparently?) being oblivious to the fact that the other member of the chain he's particularly close to carries the same knowledge about him. [edit: yesterday's update implies that wild has explained to twilight that they've met before, but we still don't know how much he revealed, so...]

we've seen the way the knowledge affects twi

But we haven't until now seen any hint of how knowing of Twilight's fate affects wild. We haven't even seen a hint that he knew more. Why????

His close relationship to twilight is evident but there's an easiness between them. Wild has never gazed after twilight solemnly...

...has never had the air of secrecy and tension with twi that twi has with time.

And ok this could just be something jojo missed or didn't think about, but why did wild say this about companions, if he apparently had one the whole time?

Wild has been a largely light-hearted personality among the group so far and he has appeared to be very honest about his journey, but this maybe blows that all open by implying how much he's been hiding about what he knows. He can't have told twi much of anything, if twi thinks he had no companion.

AND while we know the story of Twilight and Time from TP (except any changes jojo might have made that we haven't seen), what happened between Wild and Wolfie is a complete mystery to us! It's a story that's entirely jojo's creation! So... What was their relationship like? What was Twi like, being noticeably older? Was he alive and dragged to another time, or was he a spirit? We saw him with both wild and zelda—

wild's long hair implies this moment didn't occur pre-calamity, while zelda's long hair implies it was before the point pre-TOTK when she cut it shorter, so probably not long after they defeated ganon? Which means wolfie, having met wild soon after he emerged from the shrine of resurrection, was still around after wild's journey? What happened to him? Did he leave, and did they get to say goodbye? Or were they still together when wild hopped through that portal? Did wild ever know wolfie was actually Hylian, let alone a hero, or did he have to figure that out when he met Twilight for the first time? Was twi ever able to turn into his human form and actually speak to wild? Who or what brought him to the botw era?

If he's a spirit, same as Time - what is twilight going to regret so much that he sticks around?

Has wild altered his interactions with twi because of this? knowing that whatever twi finds out about him now, could prepare him for when he meets the younger wild... [edit: Plus now we know wild had some kind of intense reaction upon first meeting twi]

obviously i imagine (hope) we get answers to some of these in the comic, but i also think this new info is so ripe for us making content and I've hardly seen anything beyond the initial keysmash reactions. because this is genuinely making me 🤯🧐 Especially the parallel but clearly different dynamics of twilight & time VS. wild and twilight; the knowing and not knowing, the "one day you'll meet a younger me, and I won't know you, but here and now, i know you while you don't know me".

And, as a sidenote, all this is making me think— is wind the only one who has been honest about what he knows about his predecessor...?

#linked universe #linked universe wolfie #linked universe twilight #linked universe wild #lu #I'm so 🤪🤪🤪🤪 #couldn't figure out the structure on this so i hope it all makes sense. #i was just hit so hard by all the questions that previous update raised which afaik I didn't see anyone discussing! #like wolfie was with wild his entire journey i guess???? what!!! #yet why hasn't he said a thing about it!! is twi just real bad at a poker face compared to him....? #why was wolfie there! #ladlez posts

[incarnateirony]

Disappointed in Gaiman, but I hope the studios' vile treatment of the very people that make them rich backfires in the most spectacular way. The boycott must start now!

The revolution will not be televised, because the people making it have Cancelled Television.

I admit, the "kill all contracts" move came a few weeks, maybe a month earlier than I and others projected their escalation to, but the force majeure threats et al were expected enough the WGA got copies of it from lawyers before ever determining to strike.

These, like many details, are things fandoms simply don't think about between the lines that these unions and their members, especially their leadership, have to navigate; just like not understanding how Bad Of A Place the unions would need to be in to Officially Announce It. (Short v: legal fuckery, interwebbing media corps, "secondary damages", lawsuits, all momentum lost; suicide bomb level last stand declaration when consumers have been too addicted to do it themselves and enable the strike to go on indefinitely, as Sarah Silverman says)

It should not be a matter of kicking water uphill by fans justifying utter horse shit with "WELL TECHNICALLY" and "NO ADULTS ARE EXPLAINING TO ME HOW TO BE AN ETHICAL CONSUMER, SO I HAVE PERMISSION". Like. I never wanna hear a single woke line about consumerism from any of those blogs complicit in this horse shit ever again. You're de-progressived. Get out until you grow your own morals and ability to act.

No, union efforts do not work on Well Technicallies. They fucking do not, children. Finding loopholes to Well Technically through is just a way to avoid penalty from the union or avoid being ejected for outright violation, but if you're going against the flow and the group's self interest, you're still a scab, I do not care about your fucking Well Technicallies. The witcher author got it. Other fandoms get it. Only Gomens and a subsection of SPN fandom that saw parallel is going LALALALALA. One trekkie blog posts about it and people who haven't dicked over their own morals in self justification send that shit viral with only like 2 morons whining in the notes. Fandom needs to figure out that we see through your horse shit, and you are not going to impress us with Well Technically or someone's seventeenth bad attempt to nonlogic about leverage they imagine paying them while they fire their authors gives. Fuckin shit.

I'm not just disappointed in Gaiman. I'm disappointed in my own fandom, and even in myself because I majorly contributed to the AC/DC shit, had channels in server for it, made pushes; I made excuses for him about other things, trying to read him in good faith. Even with this, I read his initial statements going rogue from the silent agreements in good faith, but the longer he banged on the more blatantly vile it became. My server was a huge reason he got the AC/DC boost to begin with, so he can sit there smug thinking he can use tumblr brainwashees as his golden egg, but he is losing himself a lifetime of free advertising by the hundredsfold, and turning them into opposition, and that's his Personal Choice(TM).

Gaiman went from "no I will not promote during the strike" to a relentless assault of WATCH MY SHIT and posting flattering asks while dodging simple ones like "Do you support the WGA/SAG strike?" Like. We've fucking tested it. Neutrally phrased, simple yes, obviously duh would do. No responses. But he'll post the ones saying they watched the whole thing, or how gay it is because he knows the local marketing game, or ones asking how to put him ahead of the renewal pack, no problem. He's a fucking scab even consciously exploiting the search for representation as marketing, that crawled out of the anti-union comic book industry hole. I hate realizing it and admitting it to myself but I will not be a fucking enabler just because he made some of my favorite fictional characters. I care about the real people he's trying to outpace before the market collapse.

#wga strike #sag strike #neil gaiman #consumers cosplaying as progressives DNI

[glaivenoct]

!!!! how would the "i never felt abandoned" line translate over for nyxnoct sandman au? also any ideas for the other endless?

(The first NyxNoct Sandman AU ask) for anyone interested!

"How?" Noct would ask when they're still sitting on those crumbled steps together. "All those years without a word or sign of me. How did you have the heart to stay when others fled?"

"Others began to feel abandoned. I never did. Not to overstep, but," Nyx will look at him slowly, and Noctis' eyes will flick down quickly to pretend that he hasn't been staring at Nyx deeply this whole time, "I know your heart, Noctis." Fine fine fine, Noct will look at him again. "I know the care you put into this realm and for the people in it. You would never abandon it so carelessly or without reason. If you did, there would be nothing left. Not even these ruins before us. I held onto that. Told myself to keep going if I wanted to see the day you returned."

Noct will be silent for a minute, because again, the sentiment. I think the sentiment Nyx shares here might be a level that he's never really expressed. At least not so vulnerably or verbally. And then -

"Your perseverance is admirable, Dear Knight. I can't help but feel I'm in your debt."

"You owe me nothing. Besides," Nyx will lean back on the steps, relaxing and taking a breath, a crooked smile as he looks at Noct once more and, "it was worth the wait."

helllpppp, I love them ;u;

As for the other Endless, I'm going off of the ones I've seen in the show so far. I never read the comics before, and a quick google search tells me there's 7 altogether :o

For Death, maybe that could be Luna? Might sound funny given she's literally the whole white mage healer deal. But! I think the way Death really loves and takes pride/care in her work, and has this calming way with people are qualities that go well with Luna. And if Death is one of the siblings Dream really confides in and he values her insight so much? I'm here for it even more, give me big sis Luna for Noct to look up to!!

For Desire - Ok idk if this is gonna sound weird either! But I feel like if anyone from XV could match their energy, I think it'd be Loqi lol. I know he's barely even in the game but.. akdjsfkd I dunno!! Out of everyone else, I can just see him being the sibling that has some fuckery up his sleeve to derail/destroy Noct. Give me that scene of Noct pinning Loqi down in the AC Festival DLC but with much higher stakes and full on animosity lol.

For Despair - HMMM I'm actually stumped on that one lol. Not sure who would be a good pick to match that energy. Another excuse for a rewatch lol even tho Despair only has like two short appearances in the show so far.. am I remembering that correctly?? Idk!! But need to rewatch for sure lol.

If you have any other ideas or suggestions I'm totally open to them! :D

#nyxnoct asks #nyxnoct

[forgotten-conductor]

Story update.

Well if the poll said anything is that a look into the status of the story is welcomed.

Main Story: I thought I start with the big one, Chapter 19: Kidnapped. This has been in the works on and off, mostly due to writers block and pure procrastination. It follows directly after Chapter 18, and you get to see who kidnapped the engines in that last chapter.

The NWR Diversions chapters: These have been a great help for me and my writers block with the main story, as I find it interesting to write stories focusing on the engines on Sodor, their feelings on these disappearances, and of course the new engines and their times on the island. As of right now I am writing another one of these chapters, this one focuses on the Skarloey railway with Duke and Duncan. You'll be able to see this soon enough as its been coming along well. I know these don't do as well as the main, but I do enjoy making them.

The 1(1/2) experiment: This is more so to help me with one thing I think of looking back at some of my chapters. The sudden ways things change in my stories isn't something I like about the older chapters, and I think there can be more room to write for fun situations to flesh out the world of Canopy and the railway a bit more. So I figured why not try and make a chapter between the mains, thus the 1/2 chapters were born. The first one will be of Chapter 15, and give focus on the harbor of New Meridian.

Spitballing: This is just where I ramble with a few chapter ideas I have. One is about the former king of Canopy King Franz Renoir possibly meeting the engines in secret after silently keeping note about them since their arrival. The webtoons comic gave me a lot to work with from his appearances. He seems like the type who plans ahead, thoughtful, and caring. After all the engines have proven themselves maybe he grows an admiration for them. Another one is Thomas or Percy's crew taking ill and other Skullgirls characters pitch in and help. Say Squigly and Filia, or another duo like Leduc and Peacock for Percy. A final idea is one I've had as a goofy chapter, An Annie of the Star episode purely about the engines. Through some sort of magically fuckery Beowulf and Annie end up on Sodor and become temp crew members and witness certain book events.

So that is all I have on my plate, quite and undertaking now that I think about it, but boy has this been fun to write. Hopefully you all are a little interested in these upcoming chapters, and I always welcome feedback.

#skullgirls #ttte #skullgirls au #wattpad

[weedle-testaburger]

Me again. Odd question. Regarding Infinity Train. Since I mentioned it in a fic idea, would you want to see the cast of each season (and any hypothetical future ones which could’ve been if it weren’t for HBO’s fuckery!) all meet up. I think it would’ve been interesting at the very least. “Why are you all silver?” “I’m literally a fucking reflection! Don’t judge me! This is Jesse, he’s a bit of a himbo. Idk. It’s just an idea I conjured after reading a Silent Hill fic with a similar premise. WDYT

Yeah that'd be pretty fun I think, I love comics that cross the protagonists over like having Jesse trying to get Lake into Chicken Choice Judy and stuff like that.

#that one anon

[koipepo]

The idea in my head is becoming more of Outlast than Silent Hill but i really want to add vengeful type of Ramsay so here's the Outlast AU thramsay:

Ramsay kidnaps Theon -> the usual ordeal happens for a few years (mental physical torture, castration maybe?) -> Ramsay got caught, Theon is rescued -> Ramsay is put in mental hospital, Theon is recovering -> years after slowly getting back to his feet, Theon is working again (as journalist? Im not sure if it fits him but) it lands him in Mount Asylum hospital, unknowingly after Walrider fucked up the place -> Theon got trapped in there -> Theon unfortunately realizes too late that he's trapped in the same place as Ramsay is being kept -> tries reaally hard not to meet him by sneaking around the fuckery of Mount Asylum as quietly as possible -> accidentally meet Ramsay who immediately recognizes him -> Ah Shit Here We Go Again

I just want obsessive "Ex" Ramsay chasing panicked Theon in vengeful fit 🤣 it would be so good to draw intense hunting scenes like in Outlast. Already sketched mini comic for this AU, wish me luck!

#things koipe say #outlast au #horror game au #thramsay #im never good at polishing or world building but i just want the Vibe to be felt

[keferon]

Part 2 of Drift and Hot rod meeting for the first time haha

In case you didn’t know - this is how you effectively make friends with a Decepticon👍

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#transformers #maccadam #silent fuckery comic #rodimus #tf rodimus #hot rod #tf hot rod #drift #tf drift #mtmte #idw

[buckmecaptain]

With Two Os

So, I did a thing for @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ ‘s #JOOF500Challenge , and I miiiiight have gone a little overboard with the prompts.  Maybe.  Kinda.  Sorta...uhh... I did them all.  (I tried to make sure I bolded them all in this post)

This is silly fluff -falls just short of a crack fic- Steve X (barely described) OC (she has a name and nickname, but that’s about it), with a hint of her having a bit of a thing for Bucky, and even Thor (mentioned).  Semi-oblivious Steve, Natasha as the voice of reason, overdramatic OC who might just be kind of a dumbass.  Pining, mentions of the rest of the team.  Obviously, this story ignores canon and everyone is happily living in the tower. :) Warnings:  A few naughty words, suggestive situations, so much dumbassery

Image is from knowyourmeme.com

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 She pushed her long messy braid over her shoulder, then looked down at the table and sniffled, slowly stroking her fingertips over the glossy surface.  “So it's over, then.  We're finished.”

“Roxy,” Steve began, reaching for her, “I'm sorry, I-”

She flinched away from his touch.  “No. You're gonna have to give me some time.  This relationship... it isn't what I thought it was going to be.”  She wiped her hand over her face and sighed heavily.

“I said I was- wait, what?  It isn't?”  His eyebrows were knit tightly together, raised comically high,  shoulders hunched like he was trying to make himself smaller.

Turning to face the Captain, her lower lip trembled and eyes were wide.  “It was meant to be us.  Me and you, Roxanne and Steve, until death do us part.  And now you've destroyed that.”

“Seriously?”

She gasped and flung herself backwards onto the overstuffed sofa, one arm thrown across her eyes.  “Yes, seriously.  You left an undefended gap and the Empire blew up our base!” she whined, gesturing toward the tabletop game with her free hand.

Across the way, Wanda turned to Sam and asked, “If she's this dramatic when she loses a game, what happens when she wins?”

The Falcon chuckled.  “Well, let's just say she puts on a show.  Dancing tends to happen.”

Steve shook his head at Roxanne's antics.  “Well, that's enough Star Wars: Rebellion for tonight. What's next?”  He clapped his hands together and they began placing the game pieces back into the box.

“Are Thor and Bucky here?  If so, I volunteer for naked Twister,” Roxanne offered.

The Captain whipped his head around and gave her the Eyebrows of Disappointment.

She peeked at him from under her arm. “Hey, a girl can dream, right?”

“Let me guess.  It's game night and Roxanne's team lost, right?”

“ 'Tashaaaaa!”  Roxanne made grabby hands at the redhead.  “So glad you're home!  It's been forever and I miss waking up next to you every morning.”

Sam, Wanda, and Steve all did sitcom-worthy double-takes as Natasha snorted.

“Well, if you would set your damn alarm at night, I wouldn't have to come drag your ass out of bed in the mornings for training.”  She looked around at the other three people in the room.  “What?  She's like a sloth.  Or maybe a koala. Whatever, she sleeps incredibly soundly and clings, even when dragged out of bed by the ankles.”

Roxanne sat up and crossed her arms, pouting.  “So?  I need my rest.  It takes a minimum of eight hours of sleep for me to look this good.”

Natasha turned to Steve and smirked. “You guys lost pretty badly, huh?  Little Miss Queen-of-the-sore-losers is in a snit.”

Roxanne grumbled and dug out her phone from the couch cushions.  “Fine.  I'mma text Bucky.  He'll sympathize.  Or, wait... Nat, do you have Thor's number?”

Steve's hands clenched into fists at his side and he grit his teeth.  Natasha noticed, of course, but didn't react.  “He doesn't have a phone, Rox.”

“Really?” she sat up, wide-eyed, “Who doesn't have a phone these days?” she glanced back down at her screen.  “Aw, man.  They're canceling my favorite zombie drama. That's stupid with two Os,” she muttered as she ambled out of the room.

Natasha watched her leave, then whirled to face the fuming Captain.  “Really?  You're still pining over her?  When are you going to nut up and say something?” she prodded, glancing at his white-knuckled fists.

A muscle in his jaw twitched.  “It's pretty obvious she prefers Buck.  Or Thor.  Or both, you heard her,” he shrugged and looked toward the doorway, then sighed.  “I'm not going to chase after a rejection.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Methinks you might be stupid with two Os.  That woman has had the hots for you since she joined the team, and she's pretty much made a fool of herself for you for the last year.”

He groaned and dragged a hand over his face.   “Why is dealing with women so difficult?  It's just-just impossible,” he complained.

“Steve, you deal with aliens, terrorists, and murderous lunatics on a near-daily basis.  After all that, you still think women are difficult?”

He sighed and placed his hands on his hips.  “Bad guys can be dispatched, arrested, or otherwise stopped. Dealing with women takes finesse, and I don't have any of that. Or experience.  Give me a murderous lunatic any day of the week. I'd much prefer that.  The serum doesn't help with this one,” he grimaced.

Natasha's eyebrows raised.  “Okay, Captain Wuss,” she teased.

“That's the first time I've been called that,” he mumbled, “at least, to my face.”  The only reply was the Black Widow's signature smirk, so he hung his head and huffed.  “Sure feels like I'm being ganged up on around here.” He went in search of the rest of the team in an effort to continue game night, following the sound of cheering and whooping to the media room.

Apparently a high-stakes game of Mario Kart was the cause of the cacaphony.  The team was gathered on the plush seating, with Wanda, Sam, Clint, and Bucky playing while Vision and Roxanne watched and cheered them on.  

Steve squinted when he saw Roxanne was seated on the back of the couch behind Bucky.  He was wedged between her legs and she was running her fingers through his hair, detangling it as she encouraged him to “Kick their asses, Buckaroo!”

Disappointed, Steve frowned and turned to leave, almost crashing into Natasha in the process.

She glared up at him, silently stamped her foot, and pointed forcefully at Roxanne.

Steve shook his head and gestured with his thumb over his shoulder, then crossed his arms over his chest.

Natasha squinted.

He shook his head again.

She raised a finger and circled it in the air, then pointed again at Roxanne.

Steve shook his head again.

Natasha placed both hands on his chest and shoved, making him stagger back a step, then jutted her chin toward Roxanne.

He rolled his eyes, but the redhead poked his chest so hard, he coughed.   While he was distracted she took him by the shoulders and spun him around, then shoved.  He stumbled forward a couple of steps, then glared at her over his shoulder.

Natasha placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot.

“Oh what the hell?” he thought, and marched over to Roxanne, standing directly behind her.  She didn't notice because of the game noise, so he leaned down to her ear and loudly asked, “How's it going?”

In the blink of an eye, Steve found himself flat on his back with Roxanne on top of him holding a wickedly-sharp blade to his throat, wide-eyed and panting.

“Sorry!  I didn't mean to scare- Put the knife down.  Please,” he pleaded.  “Roxy?”

Roxanne tossed the knife aside and scrambled off of him, then ran out the door.

Steve lay there splayed out like a starfish, staring at the ceiling and wondering why fuckery kept finding its way to him, as his team mates gathered around.  They peered down at him curiously, barely-concealed amusement on each face.

“Hey Steve, you dead?”  Bucky asked, his lips twitching in an effort to keep laughter at bay.

Clint snickered.  “Dead from embarrassment, maybe.  Rox is crazy fast!”

Groaning, Steve pressed his palms into his eyes.  “You should go talk to her, Buck.”

“Huh?  Why me?”

Sitting up, the Captain eyeballed his best friend and snorted.  “Obvious reasons.”

Bucky blinked, then looked from Steve to Natasha.  “The fuck is he talkin' about?”

She shrugged.  “He thinks Rox has a thing for you.”

“Oh.  Oh!  Really?” Bucky hummed. “I should go talk to her.”  

Steve made a strangled moan as Bucky headed out the door, then stood and straightened his clothing.  “See you guys later,” he grunted and left the room as his team mates watched, helpless and confused.

*  *  *  *

Roxanne was seated at a window and brooding when she heard the tentative knocks at her door.  Ignoring the first few was easy, but it became more difficult when the knocks turned to loud booms. Grumbling, she made her way across the floor. “Okay, gimme a second.”  She yanked open the door to find Bucky on the other side.  “Oh, hey.  Come in.”   She went back to her window seat while he stood there shifting from one foot to the other. “Close the door, and sit down.”

He complied and took a seat on the overstuffed armchair.  “Everything okay, doll?  You kinda took off in a hurry earlier.”

She didn't bother to look at him, her gaze still fixed outside and fingertips trailing over the weave of the curtains.  “I pulled a knife on Steve, Buck.  Steve!”

“Yeah.  It's not the first time that's happened to him.  Won't be the last.”

“First for me.  He's my Captain.  My friend.  My very dear friend!” she insisted, “You don't hold a knife to your friend's throat!”

Bucky smirked and scoffed.  “I've done that.  And shot him.  Stabbed him, beat the hell out of him... and he's been my closest friend for eighty years.”

Roxanne pinched the bridge of her nose and grimaced.  “That is an entirely different situation...uh, entirely, and you know it.  He's never gonna forgive me for this, and even if he does, I won't forgive me.”  She slammed her fists down on the wooden window sill with bruising force, a resounding crack echoing through the room.

 Bucky was across the floor in an instant, taking her trembling wrists in his hands. “Doll, you're scaring me.  Please, just, calm down.”  They stayed like that until Roxanne's breathing slowed and the shaking stopped.    Finally he released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her as she leaned against his chest, swaying them back and forth.

“Ohh, I feel better already.  You're really warm.” She snuffled at his shirt.  “And you smell good,” she complimented, resting her hands on his sides.

He flinched.  “Thanks.”

Roxanne curled her fingers and he flinched again.  “Oh, Bucky... you're so...” she curled her fingers again, “Ticklish!”  She attacked his sides in earnest as he tried to fend her off carefully.

“Doll,” he squirmed, trying to back away from her, “Woman!  You'd better stop,” he warned.

She narrowed her eyes and smirked.  “Or what, Buckaroo?”  Snaking a hand into each of his armpits, she unleashed tickle hell.  “No mercy!”

Bucky bit his lower lip, trying to stifle his laughter.  “Okay, girly,” he snorted, “You've messed with the wrong person.”  He twisted away from her and crouched.

Roxanne backed up and her eyes went wide.  “Oh shit.  I've triggered the Big Bad Wolf!”  She giggled crazily and sprinted across the room, vaulting over the couch.

The chase was on.  Roxanne had the advantage of knowing the living space like the back of her hand, but Bucky was the superior tactician, so she she managed to keep out of his reach by the skin of her teeth.  He finally cornered her in the bedroom, where she'd ended up standing on the far side of her bed, plastered against the wall.

“I've got you!” he laughed, and leaped onto the bed with a victory shout, planting both feet in front of her.

Roxanne squealed and Bucky's fingers contacted her ribs, then they heard a small cracking sound.  “Uh oh,” she whispered as the bed tilted precariously and slammed to the floor.  They both lie there in a heap for a moment before disentangling from one another and jumping apart, Roxanne at the foot of the bed, Bucky at the up-tilted side.  They looked from the crazily leaning mattress to each other and back again, then burst into laughter.

“Not exactly the way I pictured us breaking my bed,” Roxanne quipped, waggling her eyebrows as she pulled the bed away from the wall and surveyed the damage.

Bucky's face flushed deep red and dared to glance at her.  “So, uh...” he trailed off.

“Hm?  I think I have something I can use to prop this up until tomorrow,” she murmured distractedly from the low side of the mattress.  “No big deal.  I was ready for something new anyway.”  The mattress shifted hard and she looked up to see Bucky was perched on the high side.  She held up a hand, forbidding him to continue.  “Sir, that slide is for children only.”

Bucky snorted and slid across the surface anyway, landing neatly beside her.  “Lemme see.”  He raised the mattress and box spring with one hand and peered at the broken side rail, then grimaced.  “Yep, snapped right in half. I'll hold this up while you get the blocks or whatever,” he offered.

When it was all put right, Roxanne hugged Bucky, thanking him for helping.  If they held on a little longer than friends do, neither mentioned it.  “Wanna watch a movie?” she offered, breaking the sudden tension, “You can choose.”

He agreed and she hustled off to take a quick shower while he searched through the titles for the new horror flick she'd been excited to see for a while.

When she returned she shimmied under the covers next to him and sighed happily.  “You found it!  Been waiting for this one.”

“Uh huh.  You're gonna fall asleep, you know.”

“No way.  I've been looking forward to this movie for months!”

“Right, sure.  Wanna bet on that?”

She growled playfully at him.  “All I want to do right now is cuddle with you in bed... is that too much to ask?”

Bucky waggled his eyebrows at her. “That's all?  You sure, doll?”

“Well,” she turned to him and trailed her fingers over his chest. “I also want you to take off your pants.”

He blinked.

“You gonna?”

He blinked again.

“Earth to Bucky.”

“Uh, sure, okay.”  He pulled off his sweatpants and tossed them carelessly to the floor.

“See?  Isn't that more comfortable? Oh,” she squinted at him, “You are wearing underpants, right?”

He blushed furiously.  “Roxy!  Of course I am!”

“Okay, geez.  Those sweats are pilly and scratchy.  Ugh, how can you wear those?  Get comfy and let's watch this flick.”I've been looking forward to this movie for months!”

They joked and snarked at the movie as it played – it really was written poorly – and generally laughed so much, they missed half of the dialogue.

“Are you kidding me?” Bucky snorted as the main characters made yet another idiotic mistake in the haunted estate.  “This would never happen if it was you and me in their place, doll.”

Roxanne nodded.  “Right? I'd freakin' lose it, I'd be all up in your face like, 'How could you lose our children in our own house?'  Bah!”

They made it through to the end and put on a dumb comedy afterward, but they were both fading fast.  Yawning widely, Roxanne squeezed the arm Bucky had wrapped around her waist.  “Thanks for helping me feel better, Buckaroo.  You're awesome.”

“I sure am,” he chuckled. “Anytime, Roxy-girl.”

They nodded off halfway or so through the movie, warm and comfortable in the temporarily-repaired bed. Bucky awoke somewhere around two o'clock and eased his way out of her quarters, still in his t-shirt and boxers, sweatpants in his hand.  As he quietly closed the door and made his way to his room, he failed to notice he was being observed by his best friend.

Steve stood at the corner, watching Bucky leave his girl's room, sadness and jealousy bubbling in his gut.  He scoffed at himself for calling Roxanne “his” in his own head and spun around to hit the gym again... only to come face-to-face with Natasha.

“Seems like I'm always catching you running away from Rox,” she quipped, and folded her arms across her chest.

He sighed.  “Not running away. Leaving.  She's already had, uh, company.”

“Who, Barnes?” she snorted, “I have it on good authority that she didn't bang him.”

The Captain raised a brow.  “Oh yeah? How's that, spycams in her bedroom?”

“Careful, Rogers,” she warned. “Because you're hurting, I'll let that one slide.  Here.”  She tapped at her phone a few times and handed it over, open to a messaging app.

Rox:  Natty!  I need HELLLLLLLP! Please!!!

-What's the matter?  Who do I have to murder?

Rox:  NAT

-No, really.  I will.

Rox:  Nothing like that.  I freaked out after almost stabbing Steve and Bucky came to check on me and long story short I asked him to snuggle in bed with me.   Did I fuck up????????

-…

Rox:  Hurry Natty!  Need answers I'm in the bathroom and need to leave!

-There's nothing wrong with you SNUGGLING with Bucky.  

Rox:  that's all we're gonna do I swear.  He's super hot but we're not there yet ya know???

Rox: gotta go thnx I love you!!!!

Steve read and re-read the manic message exchange a few times, letting it sink in.  He gave Natasha her phone back and dragged a hand over his face.  “Dammit.”

“Uh huh.”

He stood straighter, hands on hips, and cocked his head at her.  “That still doesn't mean they didn't... fondue.   Going by the timestamp on the messages, they had plenty of time for that.”

Natasha huffed and slapped him hard on the arm.  “If Rox had been planning on doing Barnes, she would have asked for wildly different advice.”

With a look, he urged her to continue.

“Oh dear God, you just might be stupid with two Os.  She's asked me for sex advice before, obviously.”

Steve frowned.  “I don't need to hear this.”

“Actually, I think you do.  Remember when you watched 'The Wizard of Oz' with her in your room and she took an oddly long time to bring the popcorn?”

His jaw dropped.

“She asked me how it was possible for you to be such an adorable puppy and so smokin' hot at the same time.”

His face went scarlet.  “She asked you that?”

“Yep,” she nodded.  “Compared you to a giant yellow labrador retriever puppy.  She was hopeful, but it didn't happen.  I mean, obviously.”

“I have-  I need to-  I've gotta go. Thanks, Natasha.” He stepped around her and jogged toward the elevator.

She watched him go, shaking her head and muttering, “All the men in this tower share the same brain cell, I swear.”

Roxanne was dreaming peacefully, quietly snoring into her pillow and curled up burrito-style in her blankets, when she was rudely jolted awake by a loud thumping. Snorting in a completely unladylike manner, she forced herself out of bed and across the floor.  

She slumped against the wall and snarled, “It's four in the morning, what do you want?”

Shuffling sounds came from the other side of the door.  “It's, uh, it's me.  Steve.  May I come in?”

“Oh.  Yeah- yes, please.”   She swung the door open wide to allow him inside.

“Are you okay?  You were so upset when you left, and I- I thought you might still be... sad?”

“Really?”

He nodded quickly.  “Yeah, so I thought I'd bring something to cheer you up.”  He produced a plush yellow Labrador puppy from behind his back and thrust it toward her.

Blinking, she gently took the stuffed toy.  “So you thought I was sad, because of...earlier.”

“Yes.”

“And you really thought buying me a puppy was going to cure my sadness?”

His expression mirrored the stuffed pup's exactly and she smiled fondly at him.

“Well... you were right.   Thank you!”  She tucked the gift under one arm and hugged Steve with the other before gasping and jumping away from him.  “I'm sorry!”

“Wait, what?  Why are you apologizing?”

Eyes glassy with tears that were about to spill over, she blurted, “You must hate me!  I put a knife to your throat, Steve.  That's not something you just brush off.  We're- we're f-friends.  Close.  You're my Captain!”  there was no stopping the word vomit now, as mortified as she was.  Might as well rip off the Band-aid.  “And you're amazing and smokin' hot and I've had the biggest damn crush on you for so long and all I want to do is kiss your stupidly handsome face, and...  Oh no,” she whined and covered her face with both hands.  “On a scale from one to ten how much do you want to punch me right now?”  She asked quietly, peeking at him between her fingers.

Concerned, Steve placed his hands on her shoulders and gently squeezed.  “Sweetheart, slow down.  Just breathe for me, okay?” he soothed.  “First of all... No, I don't hate you.  We're not there just yet.  You'd have to do a hell of a lot worse than pouncing on me with a knife to make me hate you,” he grinned at her.

Roxanne winced.  “I- I don't-”

“Are you saying you're plotting my demise as we speak, doll?”

“Steve!  I would never, and you know it,” she denied.

He laughed heartily at her distress. “Okay, okay, sorry.  Just giving you a little grief.  I'll let you get back to sleep.”  He turned to the door.

“Yeah, like I'm gonna be able to knock out again after all of this.”

Steve sighed.  “Want me to go get Buck for you?  Maybe he can help.”

Roxanne rolled her eyes and tossed the stuffed dog onto the sofa.  “Steve Rogers, you big, gorgeous idiot!”

He blinked.  “Um.  I'll take that as a compliment...I guess.”

She flung herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.  “I've been mooning over you for a year now and- and I didn't know how to- didn't think I should say anything.  It's not my place and...”

He held her close and smiled.  “I've done my share of pining, too, sweetheart.”

“I have an idea,” she said, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his for a short and sweet kiss.  “Wanna go stargazing and cuddle under the moonlight?  What's left of it, that is,” she suggested.

“On one condition.  Call me your ‘Captain’ again.”

Trailing her fingertips over his chest, she fluttered her eyelashes and in a breathy voice, asked, “Would my Captain like to go up on the rooftop with me?”

Steve’s chest rumbled and his eyes darkened.  “Yes ma’am, I’d like that very much.”

Later, bundled up together on one of the rooftop chaise lounges, Steve and Roxanne weren't doing much stargazing.  Caught up in the closeness, the newness, instead they spent the pre-dawn time making out and murmuring sweet nothings, as lovers do, until Steve's phone alarm sounding at half-past six pulled them from their serotonin haze, and they both groaned in irritation.

“We probably should have gotten some sleep, sweetheart.”

“I was sleeping soundly until somebody pounded on my door,” she teased, and poked his chin.

“Uh huh.  Was it worth it?”

“I dunno... I was really comfortable, and I need my beauty sleep or I wake up looking like sea hag.”

He tutted and kissed her forehead. “Aw, I'm sorry, doll.  How can I make it up to you?”

Tapping her lips with her fingers, she pretended to consider his words.  “How about... another cuddle session?  Longer this time and with more kissing.”

“I think I can manage that,” he grinned.

“Oh, and bring Bucky.”

He gasped and tickled her mercilessly.

“Okay, okay!  Enough!”  She kissed him soundly, then they untangled from the blankets and headed for the door, hand in hand.

Steve sighed wistfully.  “We wasted so much time, you know.”

“Yeah,  maybe we really are stupid with two Os,” she teased, nudging him with an elbow.

He chuckled and opened the door for her.  “Maybe so, darlin'.  Maybe so.”

She passed him and sauntered toward the residential area, calling back over her shoulder, “About bringing Bucky along, though-”

Thundering footfalls sounded behind her as she squealed and ran for her life, giggling madly all the way.

#JOOF500Challenge #steve rogers fanfiction #avengers fanfiction

[purple-nana]

Barriers

Part 4 - ( I honestly don’t know what genre is this)

1.5k words  ( Part of the Dorm of us Series)

Warnings: Cursing

Thoughts of many different kinds clouded on Jaemin’s brain. He took his steps while he feels dazed. This night was already weird enough and that happened? What might even happen next at this point?

He fastened his pace as he was already close to the building where their dorm was located. Entering the establishment, everything seems fine as of now. It wasn’t weird for Jaemin that the place was eerily quiet at this time of the night, when people should be partying the heck of themselves.

They specifically picked an area where lousy teenagers won’t live in. The most probable reason would be due to the ‘strange alley’ that you have to pass by in order to get to the building. Also add the fact that the place was mysteriously quiet.

Jaemin wasn’t horrified by any of those well, none of them are. That’s why they were capable of living there. As Jaemin walks across the white tiles, only the sound of his footsteps can be heard in the premises of the building.

Arriving at the dorm, he took out his keys. Surprisingly, his hands remain calm in contrast to bewildered mind. He lets out a sigh of relief, thankful that he hasn’t experienced another uncanny event.

That’s what he thought until he was in sight with a empty living room. Where was everybody? Did he just entered a ghost town or something? Y/n was not sitting like she’s some sort of member from a gang, there’s no Renjun nor Jeno arguing as a background noise for Y/n’s favorite drama series.

Still dazed, he made his way into the dorm. As soon as he removed his coat he immediately threw himself to the couch. Kicking his sneakers, he placed his feet on the coffee table. He knew Renjun will scold him once he saw his sneakers messily thrown to the floor, but he didn’t care. 

He was worn out from all the happenings he just saw today. Jaemin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Sitting up straight, he pondered on what he should do to pass time. Because for sure he will not fall asleep that quickly this night.

His gaze fell to the coffee table where he placed his feet previously. He smiles to himself. A stack of art magazines, cookie crumbs, a game console and a comic book. Even in the tiniest bit of detail, the personality of the people who live here we’re still evident. Difference of interests didn’t stop them from being friends.

 As Jaemin stare at the coffee table, a shadow abruptly blocked the light coming from the kitchen. Jaemin looked up, Jeno’s figure engulfing his whole sight. And boy was he angry.

His palms we’re formed into fists. Eyes shooting daggers, giving him a deadly glare. He looks like he was ready to square up. Jaemin gulps nervously.

“Okay, hey there big fella. What seems to be the problem?” He asks, chuckling to hide his anxiousness.

Jeno didn’t respond to him. Instead he went to the nearest wall and leaned on it. Crossing his arms, he continued to stare at Jaemin. A scowl plastered on his face.

Jaemin averted his gaze from Jeno, he might turn into stone from how intense his stare was. “Where’s Y/n by the way? She went home earlier than me.” Jaemin says awkwardly in attempt to liven up the mood.

“She’s in her room, asleep.” Jeno speaks blankly.

Jaemin felt relieved, he lets out a breath that he doesn’t know that he was holding. He’s glad that Y/n got home in one piece. It would have been horrible is she-

“After she just got an anxiety attack.” Jeno continues.

“Oh thank goodness, it was just an- wait what?!” Jaemin’s gasps in disbelief, turning his gaze to Jeno with wide eyes. 

His thoughts have stopped. Y/n. Just. Got. An. Anxiety. Attack. What kind of fuckery is this? Just when he thought that he will finally have a break from these erratic events, another one have happened.

It was a good thing that Y/n arrived at the dorm before she collapsed or something bad could’ve happened to her.

“Yeah she just had an anxiety attack, right there on that dangerous road!” Jeno yells at Jaemin as he tugged open the curtains and points furiously to the strange alley. He lets go of the fabric harshly.“You probably don’t even care about her at all.” His tone lowering down, shaking his head at him.

“I do, it’s just-” 

“What? It even took you like what? Forever. It took you forever to arrive Jaemin, who knows what could’ve happened to her if she didn’t forced herself to carry on!” Jeno cuts his words.

Jaemin sighs in defeat, he knew that it was definitely his fault. But he would have probably caught up with Y/n if there were no unexpected commotions earlier. He looks down, fidgeting his fingers. Avoiding Jeno’s powerful gaze at all costs.

In the midst of their heated conversation, a sleepy Renjun steps out of his bedroom. He doesn’t know how many times did he have to wake up cause someone keeps on disturbing his peaceful sleep.

He was astonished at the scene that was occurring in front of him. It was such an hilarious sight well, for him it was. It was a rare occurrence that the two boys who we’re always allies, now are snapping at each other.

Renjun stood there for a good five minutes or so, taking a mental photograph for this moment. It was all fun until he realized the guys haven’t noticed his presence. 

An ugly disgusting cough echoed through the walls, abruptly cutting Jeno’s scolding session with Jaemin. The two boys slowly turned their gaze to him, a disgusted look plastered on their faces.

“Seriously?” Jeno furrows his eyebrows.

Renjun shrugged. “I had no choice, you two would go on forever if I didn’t do something.” He says as he throw himself to the couch, placing himself in between the two. “How could you not notice me?” He fakes a sulky tone.

“Maybe it’s because you’re small hahaha- ow” Jaemin teases Renjun, earning a hit on his arm. 

Renjun rolled his eyes. “So? What happened here? My precious beauty sleep have been disturbed for the nth time tonight, you two better give a good enough excuse or I will kick your butts off.” Renjun threatens, placing his feet on top of the coffee table as if he was a mafia boss or something.

Jaemin laughs at his friend’s not-so-threatening speech. Jeno just stared at him waiting for an explanation.

“Okay okay fine I’ll explain,” He straightened up his posture, ready to tell a story. “So apparently a lot of things happen today, weird events to be exact,” widening his eyes as he speaks.

Jeno and Renjun listened to what he have to say. They nod in acknowledgement as Jaemin retells the encounters that he had experienced today. Jeno’s expressions softened, realizing that he had thought wrong of Jaemin.

It went on for a straight twenty minutes, he explained every single detail that he can remember. Starting off from his first encounter with Miri to him returning home. Also add the fact that he was rapping his sentences, basically the guys didn’t understood most of his stories.

“Then I arrived here, thinking that the dorm was abandoned or something and Jeno came out of nowhere and gave me a good scolding which he haven’t done before, and boy he looked so agitated.” The two boys thought Jaemin was at a rapping contest, he spews his words at a fast rate. They can’t help but nod in agreement to his words.

“So overall I had about five weird stuff that happened today, it was a good thing I didn’t turn insane. Think about meeting Haechan in that alley, oohh gives me chills.” He shook his body.

“Are you done-” 

“Wait!” Renjun cuts Jeno’s bored words. He stood up, grabbing Jaemin’s shoulders and made eye contact with him.

“You saw wHO?!” Renjun screams. While Jeno guffawed at his voice crack.

“Um Haechan?” Jaemin says with Jeno’s laughter in the background. Causing Renjun to not hear his words.

“Who? Bangchan? Be quiet you moron! Who?” Renjun speaks up, hitting Jeno to make him stop. The boy just rubbed his arm in pain as he silently chuckles, he doesn’t want another smack.

“I saw Haechan, ow shit I forgot to ask him where he lives!” He gasps in realization.

“Oh my ghad. You’re a fool Na Jaemin!” Renjun berates Jaemin in annoyance.

“Bro what do you expect? He’s good looking but he’s dumb.” Jeno sniggered at him.

“ExCuse Me?!” Jaemin stands up, ready to square up.

“We got to find him!” Renjun says, grabbing his coat as he head for the door. The two boys looked at him in confusion.

“Where are you going?” Jaemin asks in an innocent tone.

Renjun rolls his eyes, pulling Jeno to join him. “Where do you think idiot? Of course to find Haechan!”

“At this hour?” They all turned their heads to the wall clock. 4 am.

Renjun sighs. “We have no choice, we got to find him as soon as possible.” He says as he turns the doorknob.

“But I got his number?” Jaemin questions. Pulling the small piece of paper from his phone case, waving it at Renjun.

Renjun’s blood boil.

“NA JAEMIN!”

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FMA Gift Exchange 2019!

Title: Snow Day

Rating: T+

Relationships: Roy Mustang/ Edward Elric; Trisha Elric/ Van Hohenheim

Cross- Posted on AO3 (link)

This is my (kinda late :/ ) gift to @melissamelody for the @fmagiftexchange on Tumblr. They said that anything would do, and I was inspired to do a cute fluffy snow thing because I have never gotten a lot of snow over the holidays due to where I live, and I'm finally about to get some up at my college, so it has been on my mind a lot! I hope you enjoy!

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It took Ed several loud thunks to realize he had been awoken by snowballs. On his window. Flicking his gaze to the alarm clock a foot from his face, Ed rolled his eyes and nestled deeper into his pillow.

          ‘8:00 am! What kind of cruel fuckery is this?’

The thuds continued for far too long, hitting square in his window just when he thought the tirade over. After about the millionth thud, a new sound disgraced Ed’s sleepy daze: the loud buzz of his phone on the mattress by his ear. With an indignant grunt, he rolled his face to the edge of the pillow (out of the nice, warm divot his head had made through the night) to glance at the screen.

           ‘Message from Roy <3 : Get up! Hands r numb from snowballs :( ‘

“Of fucking course,” Ed grumbled, pulling himself blankets and all from bed and over to the window that stood mockingly across the room from him. He pushed the window open as far as it would go, leaning out into the frigid winter air cocooned into his comforter indignantly.

Below him stood his stupid neighbor-boyfriend, covered to the hat in flakes of snow and a truly ridiculous number of floral coats and scarves. Around him spots of frozen grass were visible where the teen had scooped up snow to form his projectile annoyances. He smiled radiantly up at Ed’s scowl, “Morning! Look, it’s snowing!”

Ed rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I can tell, dumbass Southerner. You look like you’ve been rolling around in that shit for hours.”

In response, Roy just shrugged, still grinning like an idiot, “And you look like a quilted burrito.”

“…Paisley marshmallow.”

“Grumpy caterpillar.”

“Bastard.”

“Killjoy—Oh, good morning Mrs. Elric!” Sure enough, Ed turned to where Roy looked, spotting his mom’s head poking out from the front corner of his house.

“I thought I heard something! What’re you doing out here Roy?” Trisha asked.

“Serenading your son, ma’am.”

Ed snorted, “Yeah, with projectile snow. Mom, tell him to stop being shitty and let me sleep.” Trisha looked up, noticing Ed’s disgruntled form. She laughed, “Oh my, I see I’ve interrupted! Roy, dear, why don’t you come inside and have some coffee? You look near frozen.”

Ed let out a betrayed shout following Roy’s polite ‘yes ma’am’, “You’re supposed to be on my side Mom!”

Trisha scoffed, “And pass up the chance pick on you? Oh, please, I’m your mother! Get dressed, it’s a beautiful day to be up early.”

“Ugh, fine.” The blonde stuck his tongue out at Roy’s smirk before pulling his head from outside, relishing in the warmth of his room tingling against his cold cheeks.

He hefted the window closed, letting his comforter fall to the wayside in the process. After struggling into a less-rumpled sweater and jeans, Ed gave his invitingly unmade on last, wistful look before leaving his room to face whatever bad joke he could hear Roy politely laughing at downstairs. In the kitchen, Ed found his boyfriend (shed of his comical layers of warmth) receiving a mug of coffee from a scrub-clad Trisha at the table, his similarly-clothed dad tapping away on his phone by the counter where it was plugged in.

“Work day?” Ed asked, making Hohenheim look up. “We were called in a minute ago. Apparently, the snow caught a lot of people by surprise and the ER’s packed.”

“And because a ton of people are injured, you decided to wear matching cat scrubs?” The blonde teen took the coffee proffered to him by his mom and sat by Roy, who kicked his foot lightly in greeting. He kicked back.

“It couldn’t have been a nice coincidence?” Trisha asked innocently.

“Absolutely not.” Ed deadpanned, sipping the coffee and finding it pleasantly over-sweetened. He turned to Roy, whom he found gazing out the window at the flake-coated tree in the (other) neighbor’s lawn. The former elbowed the arm not holding a mug of coffee and asked, “What haven’t you done yet in the snow? Since I just so happen to be up this early, we might as well do something.”

The dark-haired teen was silent for a moment, sipping thoughtfully at his drink, “I’ve really only been in my yard today. Maybe we should walk around.”

Trisha interjected before Ed could comment, “That’s a lovely idea! The park always looks beautiful in this weather. Just be careful; as much as I love spending time with you, Ed, I don’t want you making any unexpected visits to us at work today. You wither, Roy, your aunt would have a fit.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Kissass.”

“It’s my Southern hospitality, Ed.”

The aforementioned scoffed, “You’ve been out of there for like a year and a half, the hospitality shoulda worn off by now.”

Roy faked an affronted look, “A gentleman never loses his hospitality!”

“A gentleman who throws snow at his boyfriend to wake him up at 8 am?”

“Yep!”

Ed let out a small laugh, “You’re hopeless. C’mon, it’ll take half an hour just to put all of your coats back on- best go ahead and get started.”

“I like being warm. ‘S not my fault Riza stole my good coat to walk Hayate.”

“You aren’t going to have breakfast?” Hohenheim asked Ed as he grabbed his keys and herded his giggly wife out the door.

“I’ll eat later.” Ed waved his parents off as they closed the door, leaving the young couple sitting with their coffees at the small kitchen table. The blonde turned to the other, “My family’s way too used to you, you know that?”

“I prefer to think they’re just the right amount used to me,” he stood, walking to his coat-pile, “Besides, I could say the same for you and Aunt Chris.

Ed huffed, moving beside Roy and taking his thick red coat from its hook, “That’s different- Miss Chris’s been out neighbor forever. My folks’ve only known you for like a year. You’re just way too charming for a seventeen-year-old.”

“Seventeen and a half, thanks. And you’re too grumpy for a sixteen-and-three-quarters-year-old. Ready?” He had just finished putting his final scarf (purple with blue roses) on as Ed yanked some gloves on and opened the front door.

The blonde was still cringing from the blast of cold air as Roy sped out into the blanketed lawn. He gained his bearings and joined, standing with his boyfriend in the whiteness.

“It’s so peaceful.” The older teen commented, looking into the cloudy sky serenely.

Ed hummed his agreement, crunching over to the shoveled-off sidewalk, “Let’s go,” he said with a small smile.

Side by side, the two strolled in peaceful silence, Roy taking in the new scenery and Ed silently enjoying his boyfriend’s company. The park sat two blocks from their houses, and since the neighborhood did not boast of a huge population of children, the mid-morning snow sat untouched on the park’s grass and benches.

“Your mom was right, Ed, it really is beautiful here. Look at the trees!” Roy exclaimed, grabbing Ed’s gloved hand in his own and dragging him further into the space. They ended up under one of said trees, the branches little black outlines against the piles of snow atop them. Both were content to be close to one another, looking around at the scenery for a time.

The moment, of course, was not destined to last, as just then two particularly large snowballs collided with their faces quite spectacularly. Both teens startled back, stuttering and wiping the freezing material off of their faces. Ed whipped his face to the tree’s large trunk, behind which he could hear uproarious laughter and two excited dogs’ barking.

Just as Roy shouted an indignant, “Riza!”, Ed yelled, “Fuck off Winry! You too Al!” Three giggling blonde heads popped out from around the tree, Den and Hayate yipping at their heels.

Quicker to react than Ed, Roy responded to the attack with a chunk of snow to Riza’s face. She was still in shock, then grinned and made to form a new ball. They scattered, laughing, and the wintry war was on.

~End~

#royed #safe RoyEd #fmagiftexchange #gift type: fic #gift fic #fma #fanfiction #snow

[butterfly--empress]

OVER IT...It’s Above Me Now

I mean I’ve been over the bullshit but I am sitting here, thinking about how a whole ass decade has gone by.

DECADE...TEN FUCKING YEARS of me silently seeing fandoms from tv shows to comics, games and manga/anime, etc devolve into this slimy cesspool of shit.

All because we have given these...Entities an inch and they took a fucking mile and are still not satisfied seeing the destruction they have created in their wake with their bullshit fake woke politics. 

And sadly they either aren’t even aware or don’t even care how dangerous a game they play by being censorship happy. 

The thing that pisses me off about this is I knew where we were headed a little over TEN YRS AGO (but i don’t have a huge internet presence) when Live Journal went through the hot mess it did around 2007. 

I KNEW the minute people started ‘Bending the Knee’ to folks like this; it was going to open the door for more fuckery as the years went by.

So here we are; a Decade and some plus years later dealing with folks who don’t know the meaning of; mind your business! Deluding themselves into believing their fighting some righteous cause and that they are on the right side of history when all they have ever been is a shit stain that refuses to come out of someone’s pristine ivory carpet. 

Ten years of seeing people like this harass and bully people off social media platforms for having the audacity to draw a ship pairing they enjoy.

Or drawing a character a certain way.

Or being told your evil for having the fucking audacity to be straight and or male and liking women. 

Or being told your not a true ‘insert certain sexuality/race/gender/etc’ for having the audacity to have a different opinion then them. 

Or being called some sort of ‘ist/ism/phile’ person for having the audacity to be a free thinker and use common sense instead of reacting to ASSUMED accusations made against another person all because that person may have a different opinion or just drawn smut of a hated ship. 

All the while NEVER GOING AFTER REAL SOCIAL ISSUES! THAT AFFECT REAL LIVING BREATHING HUMANS!

But I digress...

TEN YEARS OF THIS BULLSHIT!

Why am I saying this?

In short: I want you people TO FUCK OFF! LIKE REALLY, FUCK OFF!

You’re not for FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION, FREEDOM OF CREATIVITY, AND FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND OF THE PRESS!

And no! I WILL NOT BE NICE! 

The days, the WHOLE FUCKING TEN YEARS of playing nice is OVER! 

Because for TEN YEARS I sure as hell have not seen not one of you ever play nice!

SO FUCK OFF!

I’M DONE!

And if you don’t like it, OH WELL SO FUCKING BAD, SEE YOUR ASS OFF MY FUCKING BLOG! 

#ships wars #ship hate #censorship #fandoms #political correctness #must die #with a rusty spoon #up its ass #i'm done #i said what i said #and i make no fucking apologies about it

[dolphin-enthusiast]

How would the SDC's react to finding out about their S/O's stand in a really mundane way, as in they use it to catch something, or get something off of the shelf?

Jotaro:

- You two were finally spending some time together since he took some days off (since you pretty much yeeted him out of his chores and told him to stop overworking himself).

- You went into the kitchen to make some tea and as always your considerably taller boyfriend placed the tea bags onto the highest shelf. You internally cursed and tried to reach it again and again but to no avail.

- Getting tired of it, you angrily summoned your stand and grabbed the tea bag right as Jotaro walked in. You immediately turned around (your stand comically dropping the tea bag from it's hands in the process) and saw his shocked face, his eyes fixing your stand.

- You have been dating for some months but you had yet to tell him the fact that you're a stand user. You did see him sneakily use his stand sometimes but didn't say shit obviously.

- All that he said to you was "why didn't you tell me you had a stand before?" as he kept fixing the appearence behind you. You just shrugged nonchalantly and said that you didn't know how to do it. At this he shook his head, mumbled his iconic catchphrase and told you to make the damn tea already.

Kakyoin:

- You were over at his house and were currently playing some videogames. Your boyfriend was as competitive as he could get, rapidly pressing the buttons on the controller as his eyes were glued to the screen.

- But you being you of course that you hated losing. ESPECIALLY losing to video games (to your boyfriend too). So you sneakily summoned your stand and started doing more and more combos with it's help.

- Of course that he noticed the sudden change and looked over to the side and gasped. Perhaps you weren't so subtle.

- He immediately showed you his stand as well and asked you why didn't you tell him before. You just said that you really had no idea yourself, making him cross his arms and shake his head a little.

- But he grinned nonetheless and let his stand interact with yours. It was kind of cute actually seeing the two stands look at eachother and communicate in some kind of a silent language. Now you wonder why you didn't let him know earlier.

Polnareff:

- You two were eating dinner out at a nice restaurant. It wasn't anything TOO exquisite, just a nice quiet intimate table for the both of you.

- Even if the food had now arrived your silly boyfriend still didn't stop making his dumbass puns (that he know always got you). After he said a certain one you almost choked and accidentally knocked over your glass of water.

- The glass was just halfway through falling when you instinctively summoned your stand and caught it. You just realized what you've done and literally facepalmed.

- You looked at your boyfriend and his eyes were wide as he scanned your stand. He immediately started freaking out asking why didn't you tell him before. He almost felt betrayed. He told you many times that you can trust him with anything!

- But he'd get over that feeling quickly and start to praise your stand as he'd summon his. Luckily no one was around to witness this fuckery go down. You internally thanked the lords because Polnareff chose a really reserved table.

Joseph:

- He learned to be very observant of others. So he didn't fail to notice your eyes shifting whenever he'd oh so subtly summon his stand.

- It was no surprise when one evening you were doing the dishes and he walked in right as you saved a plate from shattering on the floor using your stand.

- You just muttered a quiet "o o p s" as you looked up at him awkwardly. To your surprise he wasn't mad at all. In fact he started chuckling while shaking his head and telling you that he already figured that you were a stand user as well.

- He told you that he always saw you not so subtly eye his stand whenever he'd summon it near you. You brushed it off and told him that you were just not too confident in your powers (and obvs showing them to others).

- After that you learned that you could fully trust him with anything. He has experience and would never do such a dumb thing as to judge someone's stand (specifically his s/o's stand).

Avdol:

- He's even more observant than Joseph so he'd immediately notice you stare then quickly look away whenever he'd use his flames for minimal tasks.

- You'd be rearranging stuff in your shared home then accidentally knock something off and immediately catch it with your stand. As you'd sigh in relief and turn around you'd nearly have a heart attack when you'd spot your boyfriend nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe watching you with a grin.

- He'd just tch and tell you that you had no reasons to hide your stand from him for so long. It's not that he'd judge you or anything for crying out loud. He's a stand user himself and you knew that very well.

- But he wouldn't make you feel guilty or anything. He'd just calm you down and encourage you to show him your stand as he'd summon his as well. It would be one hell of a sight seeing the two stands acknowledge eachother and silently communicate.

- You knew you could trust him but you were simply too shy to show your stand to him, mainly because all of your life you had never really met other stand users before. Sure you'd seen other stands, but never met their users. Not until now that is.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #stardust crusaders #jojo headcanons #headcanons #anon #i love l o v e this trope😤✋