#this might be a weird thing to say but i want them to go from this to being besties somehow

[elfwreck]

OpSec is important. Know who your friends are, and be suspicious of people who don't fit the patterns.

This is part of why why counterculture movements often have different names than people's wallet names.

It's much, much harder for them to track down your friends if your friends are Treefrog, Dave-O, Moonshine, Hawk, Specks, and Yo-Yo. (Dave-O might be trackable - if his name is actually Dave - but there are a LOT of Daves. And if Dave-O's legal name is Tom or Linda, they've got nothing to start with.)

In addition to the plan of "it's ALWAYS shut-the-fuck-up Friday," if they've overheard casual conversations, it's harder for them to act against an obvious nickname. They CAN get a subpoena for "John or Jane Doe, alias Treefrog," but that doesn't tell them where Treefrog works or lives. They can't look up "alias Treefrog" in the DMV records.

You should know that you have the option of resisting or running, but sometimes you're going to look at those and say "the person relying on me (child, sibling, grandparent, etc.) would literally die if I got locked up or skipped town."

Resistance is better, not just for the community, but for yourself - because as noted, while they give you immunity for what you say, if someone else gives them the same info, they can come after you for that.

If the cops are saying "hey, these people are not your friends; they won't protect you; why are you protecting them" - you're not. You're protecting yourself, and your sense of integrity, and you are not supporting cops, because whether or not "those people" are your friends, cops are definitely your enemy.

If you have to comply -

Lying is a big crime, and if they're asking you, they're probably asking other people. You have no way of knowing how verifiable anything you say is. Trying to lie to protect your friends is a bad idea.

Not knowing is not a crime. STFU-Friday doesn't just apply to you; don't ask people for details you don't need. "How were people going to get to the protest?" "I think Treefrog's friend Mouse was going to give some of them a ride" is one answer, but even better is "I dunno; I was gonna take the bus. How other people were gonna get there wasn't my problem." (But: better is just plain "I don't know." Don't volunteer info, even to clarify what you don't know.)

Grand Juries are skilled at getting coherent info out of incoherent, scatterbrained people - obfuscation through random barrage of irrelevant details is not likely to work. (Or rather, someone on the grand jury is likely to be able to see through that. And deliberately obstructing things, if they notice you doing it, is also a crime.)

They're often not looking for crime details; they're trying to understand the shape of the community. Who's the spearhead people; who makes decisions and who just tags along; where do people hang out and meet new people who want to participate; who comes up with the cool ideas; who's always a little over-the-top and nobody listens to that guy. Who is the emotional support person for the group. Whose houses do they think are safe and friendly. ...Who's struggling in school; who's desperate for a job; who's going through a weird breakup and worried about the future. Who lives on gov't support - Social security, disability, food stamps, etc.

If you're answering anything, only answer the exact question given, and do not elaborate. If you don't know an exact answer ("What time did Dave-O arrive?") - say "I don't know" or "I don't remember," not "maybe 5 or 6, sometime before dark." (Remember: If you say he showed up at 5 or 6, and later records say he showed up at 4:30, you have lied. Lying is a crime.)

The whole process is designed to confuse and intimidate you. Learn as much as you can about it in advance to mitigate that.

[teaboot]

So this might be a bit of a dumb question, but I thought I’d ask you because I agree with most of your takes and because you studied fashion.

I graduate this fall, and I don’t know what I’m going to wear to the ceremony. Our school has these green robes so I wanted to wear something to go with them. A lot of the graduates wear white dresses, but I’m not sure I want to because some of them don’t feel formal enough for the occasion. I’ve struggled a lot in my college career, so I wanted to pick something celebratory. I’m just not sure where to start to find something that I like and that will suit me.

I’d also like to get something from a small business, if possible. I’ve visited a few department stores in search of formalwear and I’ve found that 1) things don’t fit me because I’m 4'10'' and 120 lb and 2) I generally don’t like the way they look. I’ve considered Etsy because my roommate who just graduated got a skirt from a seller that looked really nice, but I keep running into the problem of not knowing what I want.

If this is weird, please ignore and I’m really sorry. I just feel a bit lost. Thank you for your time!

ooooooughh that’s a toughie

I think a big factor would be how formal you’re planning to go- are we talking ball gown, black tie event, expensive restaurant, Sunday at church…?

Not knowing your build but going off your description, you’re lucky in that pretty much anything you wear is more likely to be too big than too small, and it’s much easier to cinch or belt or bring in the hem of a garment than it is to let it out. Being petite, you can rely a lot on accessories to bring your look together, and accessories can go a long way in elevating an otherwise plain look.

White dress is a cute idea, though I may aim for off-white just to avoid looking bridal unless it’s a uniform event or a school colours thing. A warm eggshell or cream looks good on most people.

If you’re going to be wearing a robe though, I wouldn’t worry too much about the dress- not unless you want fancy cuffs or collar or hem visible. In which case, a nice blouse with a belted maxi or midi skirt could be a good idea, if a little old-fashioned.

As for specific retailers, I fully encourage Etsy stores with good reviews, though I would add a note to your order if something is urgent or has specific measurements or requirements or alterations. And some styles are safer than others when it comes to sizing- being broad-shouldered myself, I always gravitate to wrap dresses or wrap tops, just ‘cause they enhance a curvy figure while still having plenty of room for error in sizing.

I know this didn’t really help with specifics, but maybe hopefully gave you some ideas…?

(one sec, gonna update this with images so you know what kind of tops/dresses I’m referring to)

UPDATE:

When I say “wrap dress”, I mean something like these- Conservative enough to be professional, but light and breezy enough for a long summer ceremony. Ideally in a light cotton or linen blend, and something you can reuse for other events over and over in the future (the second is a bit bright for me but that’s close to the hem I mean- though I personally prefer the first.) Being petite and slim, you’re double lucky in that you could probably pull off an empire waist too if you like for that floaty, ethereal look- busty people like me often just end up looking pregnant.

As for blouses, these are great and can be super crazy, depending on how far you wanna go

You’ll be depending on the collar and sleeves to do most of the legwork here, so you can have a lot of fun with them. The skirt though should be at least lower calf-length to balance the whole thing out.

Thinking like

Cute, retro, somewhat formal, and you can keep wearing the pieces instead of a big gown that ends up in the back of a closet forever. (I’ve lived a broke life, vintage styles like this are fantastic for the longevity and penny-pinching that I look for)

But with robes on, the biggest parts of your outfit will be neckline and hemline, so whatever you end up going with, focus there.

Also, shoes go in and out of style constantly, and it’s going to be a LONG fucking day, so if you want to wear heels I’d go with a closed-toe almond fit with a low heel, ideally on the thicker side, and in black, or at least some other neutral colour to avoid taking up attention. Unless you can get the exact shade of green as your school colours, in which case that would be pretty neat too, but black may be your best bet.

comme ça:

If there’s any inspo images you have on hand or particular styles you feel suit you personally, I could find something more suited to your tastes, but these are basically my go-tos.

Traditional timeless and comfy, and either long-lasting or functional enough to be worn over and over again, dressed up or down to the occasion.

Hope I could help?

And congratulations! :D

[mamaclownhunter]

MXTX Trios is so funny-

Bc you have the disaster protagonist trio and like they get along fairly well. They are talking about cultivation, hunts, monsters etc. They are socially? Functional. But they are attracting a SHITTON of disaster. You have Wife plot SQQ, ‘The Chaos’ WWX and Bad Luck God XL. They might get kidnapped and held hostage in the middle of a civil war and end up getting involved….. I am just saying.

Then in the exact opposite corner you have the Husband Trio. The MLs I genuinely can’t see them getting along at all except for a passing truce to save the mentioned above Loves of Their Lives. Socially disasters. 0 conversations that don’t involve their husbands. They are the 3 husbands whose wives are friends and they are quietly sipping their drinks in the corner. They don’t hate each other but just aren’t that social. But??? They are most likely the ones decimating the civil war calling for the heads of the hostage takers and not wanting to get involved. Least likely to have issues happen to them.

BUT THEN you have the Demonic Trio and you know for a fact WWX is the social glue and tormenting the HELL out of LBH and HC but is also the only guy that will sit there and listen to them gush about SQQ and XL for the low low price of good booze. He will engage too!!! (Read: internally know LWJ is the hottest but stirring the pot and causing drama is too much fun) Then they three of them talk about demonic things for a few hours comparing notes and doing weird testing. They torment the hell out of each other but honestly they are having fun

Meanwhile the Righteous Trio are straight up sipping tea and listening to bird song. Tranquility Bay. SQQ is posing so hard but feels so cool. XL is elated to have cultivation conversations with 2 people who aren’t HC (who he loves he is so excited to talk to HC about this interaction when he gets home) or flinching away from him. LWJ is just relaxed talking with 2 people who also have demonic husbands and aren’t immediately trying to insult WWX. They are also proper and knowledgeable cultivators.

In these trios it is a toss up if there is trouble or not.

More than likely the trio’s separately would go searching for trouble one way or another.

[elliesglock]

ice analysis part ll | after pazzi cuddle

after pazzi cuddle:

this is when carol and ice start acting REALLY WEIRD. but baby truthfully im not looking at that cause what the hell is pazzi doing in the background? paige and azzi are kinda standing together behind the bar and paige is dancing for the camera. i assume azzi is trying to get her attention for a while before she shouts "PAIGE!" right into her ear. aweeee she not used to not having her girls attention. but azzi from the way paige is grinning and her eyes are looking in different directions i don't think she meant to ignore u baby trust 😭 she kinda pulls paige's face to look at whatever she's trying to show her and it lowkey looks like they either kiss again or get really close to doing it. ice covers it with her arm (babe the damage is already done but i appreciate you keeping them safe) and i honestly can't see what they're doing. i think they just got really close or had a little moment tbh. they were close and touchy this whole live so im not surprised. i don't think they're sober enough to even recognize they're being extremely obvious which says to me this is just an everyday natural thing for them. cause flirting w someone and showing ur true intentions while drunk is REAL. and pazzi showed their intentions and who they with too quick. okay so nothing really happens until this next part. it's brought up in the live about a guy named ryan, and that's who i am assuming kayla is talking to and maybe in an argument with. so this is when the two brainiacs azzi and kayla have the wonderful idea imo to give kayla a hickey to make him jealous. you can hear paige go "are you deadass right now?" which might not be directed at azzi or it could be why she later says to distract paige so she doesn't get mad when she gives her one. she legit says "can someone go distract paige? paige is gonna get mad." maybe paige is listening to their talk and is like are you deadass azzi no!! if it was just a friendly thing why would paige CARE who azzi's joking around and messing with. obv it's because she doesn't want her girlfriend to be giving hickeys and paige is also naturally possessive asf over azzi. in her head that stuffs only for her. especially after making out with her and the liquors flowing i'm sure she's even more feral and wants azzi all to herself. but before this you can hear someone come to paige and ask if "a's good?" which just seems so coupley to me. like you go up to someone's girlfriend and ask them if their girls too drunk. idk how they're gonna fix that because both of the girlies are drunk as a skunk. i think aubrey takes one for the team and goes to distract p because you can hear paige going "AUBREY AND I WE LOCKED IN BRUH". and during this time everyone's looking behind the bar giggling because im assuming azzi is giving her a hickey. you even hear yanna say "bro it's a movie when he gets here!". now just to preface this a FRIENDLY funny thing that is happening between friends i am not insinuating azzi is cheating on paige because that's not what's happening at all. before i get the warriors in my inbox. azzi says she needs a shot after that (no you don't babe) and she just gave kayla (and what it sounds like to me) a hickey. little tiny moment a couple minutes after this where ice shows a comment of someone saying paige and andre 👀? and her and carol laugh about it for like a minute cause they know who she with and what she doing in that bar. around the same time, where tf did paige and azzi go haven't we haven't seen them for a good five minutes....they in that bathroom for sure. ice evens reads a comment that asks where's paige and her and kayla kinda stumble over each other trying to figure out an answer.

first ice looks around and doesn't see her (she's w her girl making out in that bathroom im telling you), then kayla says she's playing cornhole, then ice says she's getting them shots. like okay keep joking but we know u fr don't know where paige is. and they also say they don't know where azzi is either. so my agenda that they've been making out this whole time in the bathroom or somewhere off the in corner shall prosper. then azzi and paige come walking back together and lemme just say they looking ROUGHHHH. paige comes dancing but they but they both look so tense and blushy. idk im convinced for sure they had something going on. lowkey ice was being hella careful for the rest of the live cause 1. we don't see paige and azzi again (i think that slight little kiss in the beginning started something elseeeeeee. like they eventually just had to go somewhere and take care of some business tbh) also the whole bar empties out from around her so someone had to of told their drunk asses to move away from the live.

i didn't really watch the end cause im lazy oops but lemme know if there's anything i needa add cause i didn't see anything else. thank you for reading guys! lemme know any thoughts you have!! 🤍

and with that L's in the chat for ice, i'm sorry this live continues to be your destiny and u also had deal w this drunk ass paige all night ❤️‍🩹

[mtcloudsworld]

Can I please request a fic for Jason maybe how he would react to meeting a reader (black fem reader) who’s super confident so open about her attraction to him just out right saying he’s sexy/fine to their mutual friends idk I just need some Jason feeling wanted and knowing his feelings are reciprocated ❤️❤️❤️

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 | j.todd x black fem reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | I didn't give much description on the reader but it is black fem reader intended. I just got lost in the sauce is all lol. No warnings except that it's just fluff with some errors here and there probably. Just ignore them if you can.

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Let's put a little spin on the block shall we?

I think in this case, Jason knows a little bit of you right? He knows just a portion of you because Roy talks about you like your next big thing. He finally gets to meet you at your best friend's birthday party. At first he was kinda on the outskirts like he usually is but when you come around, he'll admit, he sees what all the hype's about. Y'all hung out a few times after that. There have been some great conversations and what not, went as far as exchanging numbers and as of recently they've been noticing the shared glances, the smiles, jokes and what not.

And you're friends? Well... they're betting their money and a life time supply of ass kissing that something beautiful just might happen between you two.

Now Jason hasn't really put himself into the dating scene yet, now of course he's had a few crushes along the way but nothing too serious.

And as you sit back in the perimeter of his space, in this friendly medium size cafe, smelling the fresh scent of coffee beans and cologne, in the proximity of his warmth, with the sun beaming past his face, you gazed over that jaw dropping, god like face and into those baby blue eyes-- you can't help but to think: How could anyone NOT like him? How could he NOT have a girlfriend already?

The man is built-- massive, muscles and all. 6 ft something, prince charming material, top tier sense of humor, tempting, a whole ass meal, sensible, a gentleman, girl dinner, a lover, a protector, a man you'd let bend you over on the kitchen counter and fuck the living shit out of you--

I mean, the list could really go on and on and on and on honey

His behavior, personality and quirks were all so cute and attractive, and of course you haven't seen the night terrors or any scars he has to deal with, but trust and believe that's manageable. it's just enough to want you to get to know him on a deeper level.

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As you watched him walk to retrieve yet another book, you couldn't help but release a soft sigh in bliss. "God he is so fine." Roy and your best friend roll their eyes, smiling from ear to ear as they give shared glances. They knew your interest was peeked, they also knew you've been wanting to shoot your shot for sometime now, but strangely, you haven't had the courage to do so. "Girl just go over there and talk to the man."

You give them a shy smile and shrug, "I don't want to seem weird though."

Your best friend chuckles, head shaking as she nudges her shoulder into yours, "I promise you won't. Trust me, go talk to him."

You sigh in defeat, giving a curt nod before standing to your feet and walking over to him. You weren't close by for him to sense your presence yet. However he caught a whiff of your scent lingering nearby, he has recognized it, studied it and memorized it all once before and you were the only person who wore this distinct fragrance. So, naturally, when you came closer, his attention turns to you. The sight of his eyes glowing in happiness and the smirk that rises to his lips makes your insides twist in relish. Feeling your cheeks burn and lips curl into a smile as you stand close by "So, whose your next victim?" You'd ask playfully looking down at the book in his hand with cluelessness and innocence pooling in your eyes.

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And you? You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful. He could look at you for hours upon hours upon hours and could never get enough of you. The way your skin glowed in the sunlight was exquisite. The rich tone of your voice sent a sweet ring to his ears as he listened to you talk. Charming in every sense-- your charisma sent him blushing, every flirtatious comment and glare you sent his way made butterflies swarm in his stomach.

Your confidence was blunt. Bold in every way, inspiring and admirable. He found the things and the people you loved were drawn from deep passion. You were undeniably sweet, so sweet that it felt so unfamiliar to him. Your touch, gentle and warm, made a part of his shoulder or arm tingle with want and need.

He may look cool calm and collected on the outside but inside?

Baby that man's heart is punching against his ribcage 😭 his skin is hot and he's trying his damn hardest not to make a fool of himself.

And the way you say his name?!?! Uggggh, his heart, his poor little heart!

Effortlessly you've got this man wrapped around your tiny little finger. Your independence was attractive, the way you care for others wa tender and lovely. He liked how you thought about him constantly, your genuine care for him was sudden but expected, you never shy away from inviting him places, buying his favorite snacks and what not. Just, sigh, everything about you made him feel uplifted and seen.

But even when he's feeling all these emotions, and these little things are happening to spike his blood pressure, somewhere in the deepest part of his brain where insecurity dwells, he believes you're way out of his league.

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Where Jason resides, he stood and observed from a distance you and your best friend chatting it up with a mutual coworker you hadn't seen in a minute. Undoubtedly it was a guy and Jason couldnt help but feel a little jealous??? couldn't help but feel like yeah, you're beautiful and single and have every right to talk and cheese all in another guy's face.

Yet, he couldn't shake this mixture of feelings that although he wants you all to himself, he feels he's not worthy enough to be something more for you. He doesn't feel worthy enough to have you when he does all these bad things-- living a double life.

He's basically stuck between a rock and hard place, and Roy can see it. His brows knitted in dissatisfaction, pondering his choices as he burned holes into the guy's head, but still, he glanced at you with tenderness.

"I don't think I'm good enough Roy, not even the slightest." He murmured, seated at the table across from his friend, playing with the red solo cup between his fingers. "If I told her what I was all about, I bet you she'll walk away-- I know she would."

"But you don't know that," Roy argued, gently. "You can't just assume the worst if nothing has happened yet."

"You say you're not good enough and that she may not like you, but you don't realize the most energy she gives you than any other person out there. She's drawn to you, Jason, more than you think. You're worthy of having a relationship, of being happy, of being loved... you're worthy of all of that. Stop saying you aren't because you are."

And fortunately, Roy was right. He was always right.

Because as Jason was left to his thoughts (Still hesitating and having a hard time believing it all). There was a moment when you noticed him all alone, pouting a little. Ditching the duo to approach him instead made his heart clench. You were all smiles, reaching for his hand and suggesting for them to take a walk.

He could never resist you, even if he tried.

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He felt you could do so much better than him.

But you didn't want better, did you?

You didn't want anybody else.

You didn't have your eye on anybody else because you were too busy gawking at the physique and personality of a god who could have you folding in 2.5 seconds. You were starstruck, in awe and it was kinda hard to believe that Jason was oblivious to it all when you are so open and blunt about it.

Soooooo, what can you do? Hm?

What can you do to make this man understand that you are into him?

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"Looks like you've got something on your mind."

You blink.

Your head turns to him, humming in response once you come back to your senses. In the middle of the dance floor, all alone now, held by the waist as you swayed slowly underneath the starry night sky, dim lighting from the hanging lights along the tent. You give him a close-lip smile in reassurance and shrug, adjusting your arms around his shoulders a little.

"I hope you're not bored of me."

"Pfft, bored?" You snicker amusingly. "you're anything but boring, Todd."

"You're never this quiet though."

He notices your mood switches, "...I know." You've grown quiet, hesitant as you avoid eye contact now.

Jason frowns. Eyes trained on, his hands squeeze at your hips for a second, grasping your attention again. His thumbs begin to caress at your sides soothing the nerves bubbling from within, admiring the giant before you.

"What's on your mind?" His voice grew curious. Yet you couldn't shake off the caring tone in his voice. Blue eyes swirl with need and want. He spoke with deep vibrato, placing you in a trance of encouragement for you to speak.

You hum, gaze diverted elsewhere as you ponder in thought. Your cheeks start to burn, then a chuckle and next a groan. A sudden burst of bashfulness on your face grows as you lean into his chest, attempting to cover the embarrassment all over your face.

A helpless groan is heard, "I don't wanna say..."

Jason gulps, clearing his throat at the action. Trying his hardest to not freak out as your face practically nestles into him. "No, c'mon what is it? Clearly it's bothering you if you're thinking so deeply about it." He says causally.

There was a silence, one that was filled with anticipation. And then there was a sigh, one of defeat and submission as you start to speak again. "Have you ever... liked someone so much you wish you could tell them without dying inside?"

"A little dramatic if I'm being honest but yeah... I've had my fair share of crushes in the past." He humors, gazing over you. "Why you ask?"

"I may...or may not have a crush on somebody." You say, hesitantly

"Hm. Whose the lucky bastard?"

Your gazes locked, and for a split second you thought he was joking. You thought that maybe he'd give you a playful smirk and say, "what? you didn't think I know?" But he doesn't do any of that. He's seriously asking who this crush of yours was.

So you toy with him murmuring, "I doubt you'd know anything about him."

"Hm," he shrugs, clueless. "A little background check wouldn't hurt none." He couldn't possibly be this oblivious but he was. It made you smile, endearingly. It honestly made you want to laugh because this was just sickly cute and silly of him to think it was anybody but him.

"it's you.. Jason."

The smile on his face slowly fades away, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks when h recollects your words.

"...what?"

"It's you. I have a crush on you Jason." You admit confidently this time. You slowly feel yourselves pull away, watching as his eyes grow slightly wide in shock, brows knitted in confusion. "I've liked you for a while now. Ever since we met I've always thought you were the most sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on." Your bluntness makes him blush along the tips of his ears to his cheeks. "You're a sweet man, Jay. I find it hard not to think about you daily. You make me feel happy, you make me feel acknowledged when you consider me." You sigh, "I just don't understand how a man like yourself don't have a girlfriend already. You're not ugly, you're far from that. You're a confident charmer, flirtatious even. Even when you say you don't mean to do so intentionally, it just comes out of you naturally. I love how sensible and caring, you are. I know that vulnerability can be hard for you because of your past but I can tell, you wanted to be needed at the end. I wanted more. Even the way you look at me its.ljke you're begging for me to stay a little longer, begging for me to be yours only, begging for a chance." His eyes flickered shut to the feeling of your hand cupping at his cheek, nestled in the palm of your hand as if he was a cat begging to be scratched. "I like every aspect of you, Jay," you say sweetly, your bodies drawing closer till there was no space between you two to fill. "I don't want to lose this feeling, this connection we have? I don't want it to go away." You whisper cupping his face now, you're foreheads meeting and hooded gazes locked now.

He doesn't say anything, and you frown.

"Jason? Please say something. Anything? I promise you I won't get upset if you don't feel the same. I know it's a little sudden, I get it, but I didn't know how else to tell--"

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His lips smashed against yours that night, shutting up any doubts or hesitation you both might've had at that moment. While you were quick to submission and he was quick to need, your lips moved slowly yet eagerly, in tune with yours. His hands weren't hesitant to hold you close, wasn't hesitant to groan in the kiss as your finger tugged at his hair. Growing an obsession at the taste of each other, your both breathless, small moans are heard and internally his heart was fluttering to you clinging to him. You both didn't want to break the kiss. But you had to. You had to, unreluctantly catch your breath. Just in time to see heart eyes glare into yours, to see that smirk dance along his lips. You giggle, turning head to the side as you feel your cheeks burning again. His nose bumps into your cheek, strong arms deciding to wrap around you possessively as he kisses between your jaw and neck.

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Later that night, you had called him to let him know you made it home safely. The call was supposed to be short and sweet but...

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to realize..."

You smiled as you placed the phone beside you, laying on your side as you close your eyes for a moment. You hum, "I think you were just hesitant, had a a difficult time believing it. You chose to ignore the signs because you felt you weren't good enough, which is not true."

"...Maybe." silence. "It's just strange to me, unfamiliar to hear someone say they want me."

"Well...I want you Jason, I really do." He could hear the smile on your voice as you spoke with such sweet softness. Admittedly he felt he could die in that moment, as he smirked down at the phone in his hand.

"Then...you can have me, all of me."

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Let's just say in the end there was no keeping this boy away from you, he was head over heels for you. You gave him security, you gave him communication, the space to be vulnerable when he least expected it. He felt more spoiled than you did in the relationship and that was okay. He deserved every bit of it just as much as you did. It took some time to admit who he truly was, to understand why he worked so late and came to you with all kinds of wound and bruises. His past and trauma made sense. But it didn't make you view him any less of a boyfriend. Actually, it turned you on even more. It was more sexy to know you were dating a badass vigilante who gave two fucks about his reputation, but was willing to protect you at every cost.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | sorry this took me a minute. I had soooo many ideas for this one and just couldn't choose what route to go on. Sorry if it's not what you wanted I completely understand.

Like, comment, reblog. Requests are open so if you have an idea you'd like me to write out, I'm all ears 😁

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[fawnme1]

THE SOFTEST THING — WILLNE

CHAPTER FOUR

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You weren’t supposed to be in the video.

You’d tagged along with Joe and Alfie mostly for moral support and free snacks. The Sidemen were shooting some kind of chaotic, unscripted Truth or Dare special, and they were short one person after someone bailed last-minute. That’s when Tobi looked at you and went, “Wait, get her in. She’s funny.”

Joe, of course, lit up like a christmas tree. “Yes! Oh my god, yes. She’s perfect.”

“She’s also not wearing makeup from camera,” you protested weakly, already knowing resistance was futile.

“That’s the raw aesthetic Gen Z wants,” Alfie said, throwing an arm ariound you dramatically. “It’s cinema, babe.”

And just like that, you were mic’d up and seated between Joe and Will on one of those weird gamer-style couches that didn’t actually support your back. The camera crew was setting up, lights glaring, and you were running through the very real possibility that this was going to end in public humiliation.

Joe leaned over, voice low. “Promise to pick truth when it gets to you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ve been too mysterious lately,” he grinned.

“Joe.”

“I’m just saying. The people need to know.”

The shoot started.

Within minutes, it had descended into the usual nonsense: mini dares, oversharing, KSI doing a weird dance, and Vik being sneakily savage with his questions. You managed to stay off the radar for a while, mostly letting the chaos swirl around you.

Until it was your turn.

Tobi looked right at you. “Alright, you. Truth or dare?”

Joe didn’t even give you time to think. “Truth. She’s definitely picking truth.”

Will chuckled beside you, resting his arm on the back of the couch. “Safe choice.”

You narrowed your eyes at them both. “Fine. Truth.”

Tobi grinned like he’d just won the lottery. “Okay then. Is it true that—” He glanced at his phone like he was double checking the wording. “—you haven’t dated anyone in five years?”

The room erupted.

“OH MY GOD,” Joe wheezed, clapping his hands together.

Alfie fell sideways onto the floor with a dramatic gasp. “EXPOSED!”

Your mouth dropped open, equal parts horror and disbelief. “Who told you that?”

Will turned to look at you, fully now, brows raised. “Wait — for real?”

You blinked. “That’s… wow, okay. I thought we were doing like ‘what’s your favourite cereal’ type truths.”

But Tobi just laughed. “We go deep here.”

You took a breath, trying to will the blood out of your cheeks. “Yeah. It’s true.”

The room went quiet for a beat, only broken by Joe and Alfie’s combined gremlin giggles.

“She’s emotionally celibate,” Alfie added, wiping fake tears from his eyes.

“Full-on romantic nun,” Joe agreed, raising his bottle of water in a toast. “Five years strong.”

Will was still looking at you.

Not laughing. Just… surprised. Curious.

“Didn’t expect that,” he said under his breath, not loud enough for the camera to catch.

You shot him a sideways glance. “Why, because I seem so emotionally available?”

He smirked. “No, just… you sing like someone who’s been through it.”

Joe heard that and howled.

“Oh my god, this is killing me,” he wheezed. “The two of you sound like the start of an angsty music video.”

“You are the angsty music video,” Alfie added, still on the floor. “She’s giving heartbreak, and Will’s giving ‘guy who doesn’t realise he’s the problem’.”

Everyone laughed — including you — but you could feel Will still watching you out of the corner of his eye.

And later, when the cameras were off and the lights came down, he bumped your shoulder lightly and said, “Five years, huh?”

You nodded, trying to keep it breezy. “Life got busy.”

“Or maybe the right person never showed up.”

You didn’t say anything.

You didn’t need to.

Because for the first time in a long time, someone was starting to look at you like they might just want to be the exception.

The Sidemen vide blew up fast.

You woke up to hundreds of tags. Not dozens. Hundreds.

The comments had gone feral. TikToks were circulating, edits were made, and the clip where you admitted — on camera, no less — that you hadn’t dated in five whole years had gone ultra-viral.

“5 YEARS?? that’s not a dry spell, that’s a biblical drought”

“she’s so real for this. healing era icon.”

“joe and alfie’s reaction sent me to the moon”

“why does will look like he just found out she’s a disney princess with a tragic backstory??”

Someone even made a fan cam of your face, backlit in that Sidemen studio glow, overlayed with Lana Del Rey and the words “she deserves the world and also a midly sarcastic boyfriend.”

You laughed. You cringed. You considered moving to a remote forest.

But no one was letting it go — especially not Joe and Alfie.

And then came the ChrisMD pub crawl.

You hadn’t intended to be in that video either. But one “come on, it’ll be jokes” from Alfie turned into a full night of chaotic filming, multiple pubs, far too many pints, and an on-camera game of “Pub Truths” that immediately got out of hand.

You were two pints deep when Chris pointed a camera in your face with that smile that meant you should be worried.

“Right then,” he grinned. “Everyone wants to know — how long exactly has it been since your last date?”

Groans and cheers exploded around the table.

Joe physically clapped. “YESSSSS. Get in there!”

“Run it back!” Alfie yelled. “Five years and two months now, don’t lie!”

Will, sitting across from you with a half finished cider, looked up — smirking, but clearly listening.

You blinked. “Is this my punishment for having a career?”

Chris leaned closer. “So? Confirm the timeline. The people need to know.”

You sighed. Loudly. “Fine. Five years, three months, and…” You paused, checked your phone. “Seventeen days. Happy?”

The table screamed.

“No way you’re tracking it that precisely,” Chris said, wide eyed.

“She’s counting like it’s a prison sentence,” Joe said through tears.

“She’s like those girlboss wolves who wait for one mate their whole life,” Alfie added.

Will nearly choked on his drink.

You covered your face. “I hate you all.”

“You love us,” Alfie grinned. “And also you’re lying. You’ve definitely flirted.”

“I’ve flirted for sport. That’s not dating.”

“Iconic behaviour,” Joe muttered. “Tactical flirtation. Maximum power, no commitment.”

Chris was still cackling. “No but seriously, no dates? None?”

“Not one where I actually liked the guy back,” you said honestly.

That shut everyone up for a beat.

And then Will said — so casually it could’ve passed unnoticed: “Well, you’ve got high standards. That’s not a bad thing.”

Joe caught it. Alfie caught it. You definitely caught it.

The camera probably did, too.

And from the way Will didn’t even pretend to be embarrassed about saying it, you knew he meant it.

The next day, your mentions were in meltdown again.

This time, it wasn’t just “5 year dry spell girl.”

Now it was:

“she’s the heartbreak popstar and he’s the sarcastic youtuber… they share ONE drink on a pub crawl and i’m writing vows”

“this is the slowest of burns and i’m obsessed.”

“her saying ‘that’s not dating’ while will looks at her like THAT? yeah i screamed”

Your group chat was on fire.

Joe: ur a menace and ur fans want you to marry will

Alfie: i say u milk it. fake date him for views

Joe: or real date him for love

Alfie: LAME

Joe: grow up

And then —

You got a DM.

WillNE: just watched the chris video

you’re dangerously good at not getting flustered

next time i’m raising the stakes

(aka: i’m calling the next pub. don’t ghost me.)

You stared at the message for a good ten seconds, heart doing a thing it hadn’t done in — well, five years and seventeen days.

And maybe the streak wasn’t technically broken.

But something had definitely cracked.

[shinoko-oshi]

Every Saturday - Simon Riley x female reader

Tags - comfort, therapist x patient, eventual romance/smut

He didn't expect much from therapy, certainly not the easy conversations, the warm smiles, or the quiet way you made the weight on his chest feel lighter. Healing was never part of the plan, but neither was falling for you.

master list - chapter two

Kindness was worse than cruelty. Cruelty, he could see coming. Could brace for.

But kindness?

Kindness crept in quiet. Soft. Gentle. It smoothed the edges until he didn’t notice he was bleeding.

He noticed it the second he walked in.

The chair wasn’t bare anymore. Someone, you, had draped a blanket over the cold leather, one of those knitted ones, all soft loops and pale colors like clouds or fog. A pillow too, pressed into the back like it belonged there. Like you thought a few scraps of comfort could change the way it felt. Like that would be enough to make him open up.

It wasn’t

And now instead of one hideous cup, there were two. The same ugly orange cat from before, and beside it, something even worse: Scooby Doo. One had clearly been broken at some point. The ceramic was chipped in places, thin cracks spiderwebbed just beneath the glaze. The handle had been broken clean off once and glued back on. Slightly crooked. But just enough to notice.

It hadn’t been replaced. Just repaired.

Damaged and broken, but still kept. Still used. Not thrown out. Just picked up from the harsh floor, sharp edges pressed into steady hands. Put back together, not to hide the cracks or pretend they weren’t there but to learn how to hold them without bleeding.

“What’d you just say?” he asked, squinting at you like you’d committed a crime.

“I said, y’know… Riley kinda looks like Scooby Doo, no?” You laughed as you saw the look on his face.

Yeah, Riley was brown. Black too. But putting his dog in the same category as your weird cartoon mug? That might’ve been one of the worst insults he’d ever heard.

“He’s brown, sure,” he muttered, deadpan, “but he doesn’t look like that.”

He jabbed a finger toward the Scooby mug, like it personally offended him. Which, to be fair, it did in his mind.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind drinking from it,” you smiled, not missing a beat “I made tea.”

“It’s chamomile, you said you liked that kind,” you added, when he didn’t say anything right away.

Simon stared at the mug. He didn’t like being cornered, even with kindness. And this? This felt like one of those moments where saying no would make him the arsehole. And while he was an arsehole, most days, something about you made it harder to be cruel.

There were a dozen things he could say. A hundred reasons to refuse it. But he didn’t. Not because he wanted the tea, but because you looked like someone who wouldn’t know what to do with sharp rejection. Like someone who deserved gentler things, even from men who didn’t know how to give them.

So with a low, internal sigh, he took the cup. Sniffed it, like it might be poisoned. Then brought it to his lips.

Too sweet.

Way too sweet. The kind of tea that made his teeth ache. He liked it bitter. Something sharp to match the taste always stuck to the back of his throat.

“Does it taste good?” you asked after a few seconds.

He could’ve told the truth. Should’ve. That was what therapy was, wasn’t it?

Instead, he grunted, “Yeah. No, it’s bloody great.”

Even though it tasted like regret and sugar packets.

You were writing something down in that little notebook of yours, same one from last week, Simon noticed. No labels. No stickers. Just plain, spiral bound. Probably filled with words he’d never want to read.

“You mentioned taking Riley out last week,” you stated lightly, your pen hovering. “Do you ever go with anyone else? Or just you two?”

His jaw clenched. The question wasn’t invasive. Wasn’t even meant to be deep. But still, something in his chest pulled tight, like a wire being yanked.

You waited.

“No.”

“Any family or friends?” you asked, head tilted just slightly. You didn’t sound judgmental. You didn’t sound like you were digging.

But he still felt the snarl rise in his gut.

“Don’t have any. Both are dead.”

The words left his mouth faster than he meant them to. They dropped heavy, final, like the thud of a door slamming shut.

But you didn’t flinch. Just nodded. Like it was a ball in the park, not the weight of something that could crush a man’s lungs.

Simon watched you. Longer than he meant to.

Waiting for the usual responses. The tilt of the head. The pity. The follow-ups. But they didn’t come.

You just wrote something down and moved on.

“What else happened this week?”

“The old lady next door’s cat had kittens.” he muttered.

You looked up, like you were interested. Actually interested.

“She asked if I’d like to see them,” he continued. “So I went over. Fed the little demons. One scratched me.”

A small smile tugged at your face, the one that always seemed to be there no matter how miserable the air was in the room.

“I take it you’re not a cat person then?”

“Bloody hell. Those furballs are nothing but trouble.”

“Guess I chose right with the mug then, huh?” you mused, eyes flicking toward it again.

He looked down at it. Still cracked but warm in his hands.

“Guess you did.”

The Scooby doo mug in question:

But anyways you see what I’m trying to get atttt 🤭 cat person x dog personnnn

Also this is really short so yknow just ignore that

[multiheadcanons]

OKAY PART TWO. I GOT A PIERCING AND A TATTOO SCHEDULED FOR MONDAY I FEEL BETTER. MERCS TENDING TO YOUR WOUNDS!

scout: scout can do some basic first aid. he knows cpr pretty confidently, and knows what disinfectant is and how to apply a bandaid. scout, if he’s feeling really cocky, may even administer a shot. he doesn’t mind a little blood, and if you don’t want to deal with a nasty scrape he can do something for you to keep you from going to the doctor. he gets it, that guy’s a weirdo.

soldier: soldier will spit on it, rub dirt in the wound, like really massage it in to make sure you get every form of disease imaginable, then rinse it out with water and slap the wound. you’re good to go. if it’s a nasty wound you’ve managed to acquire, he might even put a ratty bandage on it that he keeps handy, just to make sure you don’t bleed out. otherwise, walk it off. you may want to make a stop to the infirmary after soldier leaves you be.

pyro: pyro keeps a disinfectant and bandaids on hand. as long as you’re not gravely injured, pyro can help, at least a little. always very gentle, they almost tend to you like a wild animal. and if pyro can’t help, pyro knows exactly where the infirmary is, and will sit with you in there if you don’t want to be alone with the doctor. they get it, he’s kinda weird!

demo: tavish is not the most prepared man in the world, but he will always have liquor strong enough to kill bacteria on hand. he will douse your wound in it, quickly blot off the excess, and get you both either to a first aid kit or the doctor, apologizing and reassuring you the whole way. it makes him feel so bad to see you in pain. it makes him feel worse to not be prepared. he forgets not everyone has a doctor on site. but he can do what he can, and that’s okay for now.

heavy: heavy is proficient in first aid. heavy can handle mostly everything up to a broken bone. he normally causes those, so he never bothered to learn how to fix them. normally when he breaks them he meant for that to happen, you know, but anything that is less severe he can handle with relative ease! it is not a skill he has to showcase any longer, but sometimes he likes to flex it, if only to impress his teammates… a little. or if the, or any doctor isn’t available. he’s pretty handy to have around!

engineer: engineer doesn’t consider himself a man of medicine. that’s not quite his field of science. he can get you a dispenser set up, or he can put some disinfectant and a bandaid on something and give it a little slap. he can even cauterize a wound before he does that but that’s about all he can do. he will also make the joke to slam your head into a wall, and you’ll think more about the headache than the prior pain. but there isn’t much he can do for anything past a bad boo-boo with his own hands. and he will, reluctantly, go with you to the infirmary if you ask him to. it’s cold down there. he doesn’t like it. and the doc’s an oddball. he likes him even less.

medic: the doctor really isn’t the one to approach for a little scrape. he has better to contend with. once you get into dislocations and sprains, you’ve got his attention. those are things he’s willing to spare a moment of time to. it really doesn’t take any time to push a nose, or a shoulder back into place. splints are fairly easy to create, even with rudimentary tools, but you can really get him going with a nasty case. he is a useful friend in emergencies. it may be a little spooky, he may be a little sloppy, but he can take care of you. and he’d never admit it publicly, but he hates losing patients. he will do his best to keep you alive. at least while you’re on the table.

sniper: sniper is proficient at first aid! he doesn’t step foot in the infirmary unless he’s missing limbs or it’s time for his physical. sniper can handle everything up to a broken bone, and has a penchant for field medicine. this isn’t to say he’s a super genius, he’s just picked up on what he needed to know from living in the outback. sometimes you just don’t have access to a doctor, or you can’t get to the hospital, and sniper is best for these moments. he can get and keep you clean of infection until you can get to someone with more knowledge than he’s got. in most recent times, the “person with more knowledge” is the doctor, and he’s learning to be okay with that.

spy: spy knows intermediate first aid, but he rarely ever wants to use it. the best he will do for you is different from the best he can do for you. this is a very important distinction to learn now. the best he will do is take you to the infirmary, or give you a heimlich if you’re choking and he happens to be in the room. he’s moreso the one you go to for… willing wounds. tattoos, piercings, the best he will do for you the aftercare and jewelry changing. but spy has lived many lives before this. and being stuck on an island with the man is not grounds for death, yet. the best he can do is never the best he’s willing to do.

[lostcatinthedark]

I really don't think that they care too much about what's happening with another member, now each one of them has to look out for themselves. If they sense something weird that is happening to another member, they'll give him space to figure it out on their own.

This made me think about how apparently the members weren't involved with helping Jimin through his issues during the pandemic. He mentions in the Suchwita episode that when he was drinking a lot the members didn't say anything about it. Then in the first minimoni album exchange video he says that when he was making Face he told the members about how lost he had felt during the pandemic and they said that they already knew but just didn't say anything about it and let him figure things out on his own (they did the same with Namjoon too).

There's also a scene in one of the episodes of the Monuments documentary where after one of the PTD concerts Jungkook goes to Jimin's house and while they're eating Jimin tells Jungkook this story about another friend of his who noticed Jimin was acting differently and said he thought Jimin was depressed even though he pretended like he was fine. I don't know if this was actually the first time Jimin told Jungkook this story or if he already knew it and Jimin was just repeating it for the camera but regardless, the point is that neither Jungkook nor any of the other members were a part of the story. The first person to actually talk to Jimin about how there was clearly something going on with him and offer help was a friend we don't even know the name of. The other members supposedly also realized Jimin was going through something but unlike that friend they chose to not say anything and that's just weird to me. Like, what kind of help is saying nothing and letting your friend struggle alone? Because based on what we know it doesn't seem like that was the best course of action.

Jimin mentioned a few times how for a while he didn't realize there was something wrong with him and he thought he was fine and just having fun with all the drinking (that's what Like Crazy is about). From that story with the unnamed friend it seems like that friend telling Jimin he thought he was depressed might have been what made Jimin finally realize there was something wrong. So it seems like Jimin did need someone to say something but the members decided not to so another friend had to be the one to do it. That's what I mean when I say silence might not have been the best course of action in this situation.

Then there's all of Alone, especially those draft lyrics from his notebook that didn't make it into the final song ("I know that I have no one to trust and that I live alone in this world, so why am I so lonely? I just want to be happy and joyful. I want to run away somewhere"). Doesn't look like he was having a great time being alone with no one to help him.

So if he didn't want to be alone and found having someone to talk to helpful then you gotta wonder why the members seemed to think that not saying anything and letting him figure out his issues by himself was a good idea.

These are the type of things that make me question how well the members friendship actually works outside of the band context, especially when things get more complicated. And it's not just Jimin, other members have said similar things about relying on other people outside of the group during some of their most difficult times.

Honestly, I think armys have a wrong idea about how close the members actually are. They're all close of course, they have to be after so many years of being together 24/7, but after the hiatus they didn't have to be together all the time anymore and we started to see how the members have other people they're just as close, if not closer to than each other. There's also the fact that even if you're close friends with someone that doesn't mean that person is actually good at supporting and helping you with difficult situations. Some friend are mostly good for simple and lighthearted situations. There's some friends you love to hang out and have fun with but wouldn't got to if you needed help with something serious and difficult. And for all armys don't want to admit it, I think that this is the case for a lot of the relationships between the members.

Yeah, first of all the emotional intelligence just lacks in some of them seriously. But it's no surprising to me, because that is genuinely how a lot of men manage their friendships. I still will criticize it though, because I think they could step it up. I hate when armys disguise teasing or straight up bullying as jokes for example. And I'm glad that at least Jimin seems to have a support system outside of the group because he needs it, everyone needs it. Everything seemed fine when they were all together, but when the group stopped they all went their different way. And RM for example admitted that he distanced himself completely from the members. And that is ok! They don't have to be attached to the hip, because they are all different people and maybe some don't even get along that much on a personal level. That doesn't invalidate their bond as BTS, they've been through so much together, that is special. But outside of BTS, they all have people that see them for who they are and who are more compatible with, and can rescue them when they need help, even if they don't ask for it because they understand them.

[glassbxttless]

You don't see me requesting this...

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I've been thinking about it since you posted it.

Thank you <33333333333

It Was Only A Kiss

tommy gallagher (warfare) x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k+

summary: Sandwich Shop Request from (getaapologist) | You’ve got a weekend you need to spend with your family, who definitely think you have a boyfriend. So you ask Tommy to step in.

warnings: He does mention he’s a SEAL in here. There’s some kissing. Tommy’s falling in love whether he wants to or not. He wears his dress blues to a wedding. The typical fake dating romp. Very brief research was done, if it’s not accurate, it’s not accurate. Just enjoy it for what it is.

notes: this sandwich got a little out of hand! but order up for Tara! I had this queued for later this week but I couldn’t help myself anymore. Thanks to the girlies™️ for helping me pick which of these to post first. Big thank you to you, darling and to @keeryhours for reading this over. And big thank you to @peachyproserpina for editing (:

If you had ever wondered what setting yourself on fire felt like, you would guess it would be akin to asking Tommy Gallagher to be your fake date for the weekend. 

You had spent almost an hour pacing the small length of your living room, right in front of the coffee table. You were muttering half-formed speeches under your breath trying to work up the courage to just tell him, while Tommy sat quietly on your couch. He was watching you with a confused frown— the kind he got when he was trying really hard to be patient even though he had no idea what was going on. The kind that meant he was worried deep down in his bones, and not just about the hole you’re most definitely walking into the floorboards. Finally, you stop pacing and plant yourself in front of him. You breathe in, pressing a hand to your forehead worriedly as you let it all tumble out, “I really need you to fake date me.”

Tommy blinks and opens his mouth. But closes it when he isn’t sure what to say. “You need me to… what?”

You groan, dragging the hand that was placed on your forehead down your face. “Okay, that sounds bad. Like really bad. Please hear me out? Let me explain it.”

He just nods, his eyes wide and lips parted slightly, like he was bracing for impact. His ears are tinged red and the freckles dusted across his nose are hidden by a fresh new swell of pink. 

You start pacing again, words beginning to tumble out in a rush. “My family thinks I have a boyfriend. I know. I know. It’s this stupid thing— I didn’t even really lie! I just… didn’t correct them when they assumed! That’s not lying? And now my older sister’s wedding is this weekend, and if I show up alone, it’s gonna be a whole thing— pity looks, lectures, ‘maybe you should lower your standards’ speeches, all of it. I can’t even take thinking about all of that right now.”

Tommy’s brow knit together like he’s trying to make sense of the word vomit you’ve dumped right into his lap, “And you want… me? To be your fake boyfriend.”

You stopped in front of him again, two feet and a coffee table away, feeling like you were about two seconds from spontaneous combustion. “Please Tommy? You’re literally my best option. My only option. We’re already friends, you’re nice, handsome, and you’re convincing! It’s just a couple days, yeah? And then we come back here and everything’s back to normal.” But you watch as Tommy hesitates. He’s chewing on his bottom lip. Ears starting to turn a shade of red you didn’t even know was possible— which you know Tommy well enough by now to know that this was a sure sign he was overthinking it. Your eyes start to soften and you sigh. You could almost see the battle within his chest; he was probably worried it would make things weird between the two of you, probably sure you deserved someone cooler. Why would you ask him of all people? Why not Sam? Why not the bartender Kev you’d been seeing a few weeks back? Scratch that. He remembers now, Kev used your apartment as a bachelor pad. But underneath all the worry, the screaming thought in his head… he’s really just terrified because somewhere deep down, Tommy has had a crush on you since the day you’d met, so a lot longer than he liked admitting to himself.

You think you can see the moment he decides, like something clicks and the redness in his face just washes away. He gives you a tiny, lopsided smile. The same one that always makes your heart do stupid little weird gymnastics deep in your chest. “Yeah,” he clears his throat, voice a little hoarse. You aren’t sure if it’s from the mental anguish he went just went through or from dry mouth. “I’ll do it.”

Relief floods your veins and you flop down next to him on the couch. You turn your head to look at him, a grin spreading across your face as you throw your arms around his neck. He goes stiff for half a second, long enough for you to notice— his hands hovering awkwardly before they finally settle against the small of your back. From the way you have him pulled close, you could feel his heart hammering against his own ribs. “You’re a lifesaver, Tommy,” you mumbled into his hoodie, squeezing your eyes shut. And he just laughs, shaking his head. He kisses the top of your head and gives you one good squeeze with those arms wrapped around you and then you let him go.  

That’s how he finds himself standing side by side with you on your parents porch days later. Your hand was hovering just above the doorbell, sucking in a breath, each of your nerve endings buzzing like livewires under your skin. “You ready?” you ask, voice barely over a whisper as you glance up at Tommy.

He shrugs and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, just for somewhere to put them. “As ready as I’ll ever be to lie to a whole bunch of strangers.” He grumbles and knocks into your hip lightly, the force enough to make you stumble and hit the doorbell. 

“They’re not strangers,” you huff and roll your eyes, a smile playing at your lips. “They’re just really judgmental. Just… Be yourself, yeah? I like you. They’ll love you.” Tommy knows deep down you don’t mean anything by that. But it still turns his cheeks pink and gives him hope that you thought about him more than you let on. But before he could respond, the front door swings open— and your mom nearly tackles you both into a tight hug.

“There’s my baby!” She holds you tight, and kisses your temple before her eyes settle onto Tommy, “and the boyfriend!” she practically squeals, pushing you to the side. Tommy’s yanked into a hug before he could even process it. You watch as panic flashes across his face for half a second. And then you smile as he melts a bit and awkwardly bends slightly and hugs her back. “Oh, you’re so handsome,” your mom gushed, giving his cheek a playful pat as she pulls away. Tommy stands up straight, “And so tall! Good job, sweetheart.” Now it’s your turn for heat to creep up the back of your neck as Tommy just stands there, looking dazed and confused. He’s smiling like he’s just happy to be here with you. No matter the circumstances. Fake boyfriend? He’ll be the best fake boyfriend ever, even if it kills him, as long as he gets to see you smile for three days straight.

Your dad appears in the doorway next, giving Tommy a once-over— sizing him up like a general inspecting new recruits. And that makes him a little nervous. He squares his shoulders a bit and lifts his chin, a confidence you’d almost never seen in Tommy exuding out. Fake it till you make it, baby. You’ve heard him say it so many times. “Strong handshake, boy?” Your dad asks gruffly, sticking out his hand. Tommy reaches out, still quiet and manages to grip your father’s hand firmly enough that he gives a small nod of approval. Then came the inevitable question tumbling from his lips. “So, what do you do for a living, son?”

Tommy lets go of his hand, suddenly feeling a whole lot smaller as he rubs the back of his neck, a faint flush creeping up from his collar. He won’t look him in the eyes. He’s looking at you. Waiting for the nod that they’re safe. He’s waiting for you to let him know it’s okay. So you smile, so soft it helps him calm himself down, and then you nod. So Tommy takes a deep breath and then brings his eyes back to your dads. “Uh… I’m a SEAL. The Navy kind.”

The silence that grew over the four of you standing there on the porch stretched larger and larger. But your mom, the first one to gasp. The sound rattled around in your head like you’d just introduced her to a fucking movie star. And your dad’s eyebrows shot up so fast they practically hit his hairline. “Well, damn!” your dad barks out a laugh and lands a slap against Tommy’s back again. 

Tommy chuckles, pink-cheeked and awkward, a smile on his lips as he mumbles, “It’s not really that dramatic, I promise.”

But it didn’t matter as you lead him inside and away from your parents’ grasp. Your family was smitten with him. Your mom leaned over to you, whispering, topping it off with a wink— like Tommy wasn’t right beside you and could see and hear every move she made. “He’s a keeper.” You looked at Tommy, standing there beside you. A shy smile permanently etched onto his features under the weight of all the attention, and something squeezed tight in your chest at your mother’s words.

Yeah. He is. Even if you couldn’t. 

The rehearsal dinner later that evening was somehow even worse than you’d imagined it being. You tried sticking to the plan, the one you’d laid out in the car over that 10 hour drive home. You’d keep it to light hand-holding, flirty smiles, maybe a forehead kiss if someone was really watching. It was no big deal. But then one of your aunts, a few glasses too deep in the wine served for dinner, claps her hands like commanding a show. Which brings on an onslaught of giggles from her and your cousins, “Come on, you two! Let’s see a kiss!”

Everyone’s eyes are on you two now. And a wave of attention slams into you like a damn freight train. You turn to Tommy, eyes wide. He turns redder than a tomato in real-time. You almost feel sorry for dragging him into this. But he puts on a smile, gives you a little nod— okay, he’s good. You know he’s good now. But your family is relentless and is already chanting— Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!— so Tommy does the only thing he can think of to keep the charade going. He slides an arm around your waist, pulls your chair closer to his, and kisses you. It was supposed to be quick, just an innocent little kiss. Sell the lie and move on. But when his mouth brushes yours— careful, his lips soft— Everyone around you seems to fade away. The hand that had snaked its way around your waist, settles against your hip, grounding you both right there. You could feel the tremor in his fingers. It lasted maybe three seconds, but that was long enough to wreck him.

When you pull back, you shoot him a little smile. Tommy just sits there next to you, staring at you like you’d knocked the wind out of him. The whole room fills with laughter, giggles, and words of love, but he barely heard it. All he could think about was the way your lips felt against his. The way that kiss cracked his heart open wide and had it beating wildly in his chest.

That night, you offer him your bed— you didn’t mind sharing. But fuck he wasn’t crawling into a twin bed with you, having to press himself up against you in ways that certainly would not help him hide this ever growing problem inside his chest. So he just shakes his head and grabs the extra blanket and pillow to set up camp on the floor. “You sure?” you asked softly, raising an eyebrow as you pull your duvet up over your waist. 

You watch as he tosses the pillow down onto the shag rug next to your bed. He lowers himself down with a huff and rolls to his back before covering himself with that comically short and pink blanket. Tommy just smiles— it’s soft and shy. A smile he only reserves for you— He lets out a chuckle and then nods, “Yeah. ‘S your bed. I’m good down here.” He stretches out on the floor. And then he folds his arms under his head, staring up at the ceiling. 

You reach over to flip the lamp off. “Goodnight Tommy.” You mumble softly, letting yourself relax against the mattress. And it doesn’t take long before sleep wraps around you. The house was dark and quiet at this hour. He could hear your breathing, soft and even in the bed above him. It was the only sound he could really focus on.

So Tommy tries to tell himself to calm down. To will all of the thoughts plaguing him away. This was just pretend for you. None of it meant anything. But his head was spinning now. That kiss had certainly felt real. Maybe even more real than the few girls he had sworn he’d loved in his short twenty years. You had felt real. His arm wrapped around your waist, hand on your hip. His lips against yours. If he makes it out of this weekend he’ll never forget about that kiss. And lying here now, wrapped up in blankets that smelled entirely too much like you, it hits him like a sucker punch right to the chest, he wasn’t just nursing a crush anymore. He was completely, stupidly, helplessly in love with you.

And he really had no idea how he was supposed to keep pretending for two more days when all he wanted to do was make it real. So Tommy takes one last glance at your sleeping form above him. He knows he’s gotta get a grip. You don’t love him like that. You’re just friends. Nothing more. And he rolls onto his side, his back to you, willing himself to sleep until the buzz of his alarm. 

You wake up later than intended. There’s a soft rustle of blankets being kicked to and fro, and the faint sound of someone moving about the room. Back and forth from suitcase to closet, to suitcase to closet. Blinking sleepily, you push yourself up on your elbows, using one hand to rub the remaining traces of sleep from your eyes. You grin when you see Tommy— he’s already dressed in a white undershirt and dress pants. He’s shrugging a jacket up on his shoulders and fussing awkwardly with the buttons, like he’s never worn something so regal before. You rub your eyes, much like Bugs Bunny, and take another look. You nearly choke at what you see.

Tommy Gallagher was in his Navy dress blues.

The jacket clings to his shoulders. His chest looked even bigger in it than it did in those too-tight t-shirts he likes to lounge around in. He looks like he could probably carry you and half the wedding guests on his back without even breaking a sweat. The sleeves strain just slightly around his biceps and the gold buttons on the cuffs gleam under the soft morning light. But your gawking session is over too soon, when he catches you staring and immediately flushes red.

“You’re up,” he mumbles, glancing down at his hands fumbling with the buttons on his jacket, like he could somehow disappear into the carpet if he kept his gaze away from you.

You grinned sleepily, stretching lazily, much like a house cat. “Oh, I’m up alright. Look at you, Gallagher.” Your laugh is quiet and teasing. 

Tommy can feel his cheeks heat up as he grumbles under his breath. He tugs at the jacket collar like it’s choking him. “It’s.. It’s not a big deal. Alright? Only reason I’m wearin’ this is ‘cause I don’t fit in my other suits anymore.”

You raised an eyebrow, biting your lip at the thought. Tommy’s other suits too tight to shrug on over those broad shoulders. “You filled out that much, no?”

Tommy sighs like you’ve just punched him in the stomach and he ducks his head. His cheeks are burning brighter and he’s trying anything to hide that right now. “It’s not my fault, okay?” he mutters and sighs. “SEALs’ll either make you big or kill you. Guess I got the big part.”

You laugh softly, shaking your own head. Then you slip off that little twin bed, tug your pajama shorts down just a bit and cross the room to stand in front of him. His eyes flick up to yours for a moment and you reach out to fix the slightly crooked medal on his chest. He freezes under your touch— God, you were trying to kill him. He can’t do this. His breath hitching so subtly when your fingers brush against his chest, that if you weren’t standing this close, you would’ve missed it. “There,” you said softly, smoothing the fabric against his arms. “You look perfect, Tommy.”

Those hazel eyes jerk up to meet yours, and for a second, he swears the whole world was holding its breath. He could lean in right now, kiss you like he’s been thinking about since yesterday. He could— But then your phone buzzes with a loud reminder— The wedding, the one you’re doing all this God forsaken fake dating for, starts in two hours— and just like that, the moment between you is long gone. You both move slowly at first, not really wanting to peel away from one another. Tommy clears his throat and reaches for his shoes as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. You grab your dress and makeup bag and pretend your heart wasn’t doing cartwheels inside your chest. You almost kissed Tommy. Not for your family. Not for show. Just for you. 

The ceremony was beautiful— even if it was a little overwhelming. Tommy didn’t leave your side once, just like you’d asked. His hand rested on the small of your back the entire time, a steady and reassuring presence. Giving you something to melt into. You caught a few of your relatives shooting you heart-eyes from across the pews, mostly your aunts and great aunts. Your mom gives you a little thumbs-up, with a smile so exaggerated it makes you snort out loud. When you lean over whispering into Tommy’s ear, “Congratulations Tommy, you’re officially Mom’s new favorite son-in-law,” he nearly chokes. His hand tightens slightly at your back— it’s barely noticeable— but you feel the way he shifted, like he was struggling to stay still. Like all it would take is one more word to have him giggling and smiling just like you’re used to. So you decide to push just a little more. “You know,” you look down at the way you’d placed your hand against his chest. It’s all for show, of course, “if this were real, they’d probably be planning our wedding already.”

Tommy pulls away at those words, like they burned as they hit him. You tilt your head up to meet his eyes, confused. And you’re just in time to catch him mumbling something about needing air as he pulls away from you and steps outside.

Your heart sank. Shit. Maybe you’d pushed him too far. Maybe the whole fake dating thing was getting to him the way you hadn’t expected. It surely was getting to you in a way you hadn’t expected. You were seeing him as more than just that goofy friend that crashed on your couch when he had a little too much to drink, or snuck your favorite candy into the movies, or remembered you liked tulips and not roses better than any of your dates had ever remembered before. But that’s what friends are supposed to be like, right?

You wait a few minutes— giving him a bit of space, pretending you weren’t internally panicking, you put on a smile, tell family members who ask that Tommy just went outside for a moment— And then you’re slipping outside yourself. You scan the Church’s courtyard until you spot him leaning against a tree. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, staring at the ground like it had personally offended him.

You approach him slowly, carefully, like you shouldn’t even be awarded with his presence right now. You hurt him, somehow. “Hey,” you smile weakly, the words coming out a bit sadder than you intend. Tommy looks up when he hears you— and the raw, open look in his eyes nearly knocks the breath out of you. “I’m sorry for what I said inside,” you reach out to him, but think better against it. So you move to just lean against the tree as well. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just only joking—”

“No, it’s not that,” he cuts you off quickly, voice rough. He’s about to cry and you fucking hate it.

You hesitate, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the way your hands were shaking. You look up at the leaves above you, taking just a few moments to bask in the way the sun heats everything up around you, the way the birds chirp and sing, and then you sigh. “Then what is it?”

Tommy let out a shaky breath, stealing another glance at you as he’s pushing off the tree. “It’s just…” He scrubbed a hand over his hair, the overgrown buzzcut had grown on you. He thinks, It’s now or never. If he doesn’t get this out, he never will. “This isn’t pretend for me, okay?”

Your heart stops right there in your chest. He swallows hard, looking like he was about to bolt, he wants to. God, he wants to. He wants to run and hide like he never agreed to this fucking shit— but he forces himself to stay put right there. He doesn’t move an inch, afraid to even breathe. Just like he was trained to do. But then he forces himself to look you in the eye, to take a deep breath. “I had a crush on you before all this,” he admits softly, voice barely above a whisper. “Thought I could handle it… For you. Thought… y’know, i’ll fake it, have a few laughs, no big deal. You’d get what you wanted out of it and you’d be happy.” He shakes his head, giving a shaky little laugh. He tilts his head up a bit, to stop the tears threatening to slip. “But now I’m standing here thinking about what it’d be like to do this for real. To kiss you and not have to stop. To kiss you when no one’s watching. To wake up next to you for the rest of my fucking life. And I can’t… I can’t fake that anymore. My chest feels like it’s going to explode.”

The world tilts on its axis. You push off the tree and take a step toward him. Your chest was aching so badly it felt like your heart might split in two.

You wanted that too. You take a moment to try and recall each time Tommy looked a little too long. How it would feel warm from your chest straight to your toes. You recall each passing brush of Tommy’s hand and how it had set your nerves alive like fireworks. Maybe you’d wanted this longer than you’d even realized.

“Tommy…” He steps closer too. He’s nervous, his hands are hovering at your waist like he was asking permission without words.

“I’m fallin’ in love with you, okay?” he says, so soft you barely caught it over the breeze. “Might already be there. So you’ve gotta say the word. Tell me to get lost. Please.”

You didn’t really think about your next actions. You just grab him by the front of his dress blues jacket, careful of the pins and you pull him down into a kiss. This one wasn’t for show, it was just you and Tommy out here. This one was everything he hadn’t been able to say in words, every long glance he’d given over the last few years, every nervous laugh he used to cover up how red his cheeks were from watching you cut vegetables, every time his hand brushed yours like he wanted to hold it but he was just too fucking scared. Tommy kissed you like he was starving for it. One of his hands slides up to cradle your jaw, the other wraps around your waist and hauls you so close there wasn’t a breath of space left between you.

When you finally pull back, you’re both gasping. He rests his forehead against yours, his eyes squeezed shut like he couldn’t believe this was real. “Still wanna be my fake date tonight?” you ask softly, a giggle threatening to leave your lips.

He laughs, breathless and wrecked. “Only if you’ll let me be your real one after.”

You smiled wider and kissed him again right there next to that tree. You kissed him like there was never a doubt in your mind that this was where you’d end up. Because there wasn’t a doubt, not anymore.

tags ;; @peachyproserpina @getaapologist

[cdnonymous]

Hi again @muletia! Maybe you didn’t.. see my first part of this but it’s fine really you probably didn’t see it… or maybe you don’t care… ANYWAY HERE’S PArt 2 of Silence is Stronger than Words!

Part 1

- 💿 anon ^v^

~1500 words

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Silence is Stronger than Words

Yesterday… The merman I gloriously call Megatron… laid his helm on my lap… for the entire afternoon. Heck he even let me carefully stroke his buckhead.. and he had the audacity to growl at me when I stopped. My legs are sore for obvious reasons, my arms are tired, and it’s now nighttime, yes you heard me correctly, it’s. Fucking. Nighttime.

At least he’s sleeping right now, or that’s what he wants me to think, because as soon as I stop stroking he opens his scarlet eyes and glares at me, as if silently ordering me to continue. If I don’t want to become fish food… I’d better continue “comforting” him right? Even if my eyelids are as heavy as at least 20 anvils, even if I feel like my legs are only mere phantoms now from how ungodly long his heavy ass laid on me for… I need to stay with him, I don’t really have any choice anyway.

At least there are a few.. good sides, if I dare say, from being stuck with him. For example, I learned that mermen can purr… like cats, and it’s comforting despite everything. His “purrs” are more like the rumble of a car’s engine, humming satisfyingly in the dead of a rural night… and damn it’s hard to stay awake with this soothing sound going nonstop through your whole tiny body. I also learned that they like to be petted, well at least he likes it… when he’s in the mood for them obviously.

A small shift in his position made me come out of my boredom’s thoughts, he changed his grip on my shoulders, making it less strict, but still firm. I sighed, still lazily stroking his silver-scaled helm, I looked up at the stars, which were visible from my perspective. They reminded me of why I bought the cabin in the first place; because I wanted to relax, to be myself, to not be judged by anybody. I wanted to stay calm in the weird solace that solitude generously gave me each time she accompanied me.

After thinking about it, meeting that merman, no… Megatron was maybe something that was meant to happen. This cabin hadn’t been bought for years, it was on the market for almost 5 years when I first stumbled upon it. Which means that Megatron was probably alone as well, from what I observed he was completely alone in this lagoon, the only one of his species inside the Shy Lake. He probably yearned for company, which may be the reason why I was stuck under his helm for so long. Maybe he needs someone that cares about him, or someone who he can care for?

Someone to love?

Why was I thinking about love? He’s a merman, would we even be compatible? Besides I’m just making assumptions, maybe he is just clingy on the inside, cold on the outside? Maybe I’m overthinking things again. This was supposed to be a vacation—

My train of noisy thoughts was abruptly interrupted by another, almost annoyed grumble coming from Megatron’s sharp maw. I continued to gently stroke his helm again, but he stopped me, pinning my hand to the rock we were both lying on at this point. I didn’t even have the time to say “what now?” To him before his head was back closer to my own face, shutting my own mouth pretty quickly. His crimson irises pierced through me like arrows, despite this I almost saw a hint of… worry?

Why would he worry about me? I’m nothing to him, just a mere fleshy woman who can’t even dare look back at him, maybe even a snack for later if I let my pessimistic mind wander far enough. He’s a titan compared to my toothpick build, his fangs alone could rip my throat off, his strength could tear me in as many pieces as he wants… but he’s not doing anything of this sort. In fact he has the same expression from before he pinned me to this back crushing rock; he’s conflicted… or he might again be feigning it like last time.

That’s when I see them for real this time, his teeth, his full rows of limb-ripping fangs. Is he.. smirking? No, is it my sleep deprivation? It must be.. what is he trying to do? Is he actually going to eat me? I thought I was being pessimistic earlier. I didn't mean it! My eyes widened slightly as he showed them to me, his biting power probably more powerful than a piranha’s.

And me reacting to this was probably the worst mistake I've ever made.

He leans closer to me, his hands keeping me from squirming too much, I have to admit it; I’m scared now. I want to get the hell out of here, but even if I tried, or even if he wasn’t restraining me, I’d probably be frozen in place. Like a stupid deer in headlights, I’d be stuck and die as a coward, awaiting my fate with hesitant open arms. I look terrified, and I don’t want to think that he likes it, not wanting to jinx it again. I silently but shakily breathe, I’m not the type to tremble when afraid, in fact it’s quite the opposite, I’m frozen like an ice block.

A low, barely reassuring purr is heard from Megatron as he’s now dangerously close to my left shoulder. I didn’t even want to look at him anymore, and by reflex my eyes shut by themselves, letting me meet my fate in darkness. I didn’t faint, I’m a coward but my heart is strong enough to bear it anyway, instead I looked away while pressing my eyes closed. I waited, despite not fearing death, I didn’t really want to meet it that way… but I didn’t have a choice anyway now did I?

Then… I felt it… I felt his teeth on my skin, but they weren’t piercing it, ripping it apart like in the gruesome way I anticipated it, they were… marking it. They were pressuring on my skin just enough for me to not be hurt, but just enough to be carved in my shoulder. I gasped audibly when he “bit” me, maybe I was overreacting a bit, but still… I thought I was going to die here. He didn’t even flinch when I gasped, in fact he didn’t even seem to notice or care in the first place, until I felt his fangs slowly moving away from my shoulder… and he pulled away, abruptly letting go of his grip on my arms.

I immediately sat upright, breathing heavily, the adrenaline still very present and flowing rapidly in my veins. My right hand on my chest, trying to calm my heart down, my other hand keeping me from falling from the rock as my legs were still numb. I breathed in and out, trying to regain a decent composure, which was surprisingly fast. My curiosity got the better of me and my right hand went from my chest to my left shoulder, where Megatron bit me. I wanted to know if he actually left a deep mark, if it would take a while before it healed. There was no blood, just red dots for every single one of the teeth that touched me.

I looked at him, shook by all of this, not knowing what to say, but I doubt that “saying” anything would do much right now. He stared back at me with smugness, a pure “haha look what I did to you~” expression, he seemed proud, proud that he bit me, as if it was an accomplishment. As if giving me a “love bite” or something was completely normal despite the fact that I’m human and he’s not? As I was now the one being conflicted, he returned into the water as if nothing happened, and conveniently enough, my legs got their nerves back. I got onto both my legs, picked up my sketchbook and pencil… then I stopped.

Why did I stop? I don’t know, I just did… and I looked back, Megatron was still in the water, only his upper bust was visible again, his ruby eyes reflecting on the lagoon’s wavy surface. I could see his smirk from where I was despite the darkness.

— I’ll… I’ll come back tomorrow… I finally mustered after my throat was so dry from all the heavy breathing I recently had to do.

He stayed silent of course, and I simply walked back to my cabin, the darkness surrounding me felt right, even if I felt his stare on my back. I sighed as I heard the familiar creaks of the porch under my feet, I opened my door, closed it behind me, and did everything I usually did before going to bed. Except this time, except for thinking about my plan for tomorrow…

I remembered that axolotls bite their mates when courting… and now I can’t help but feel my face become hotter…

Don’t ask why… because I won’t answer… I prefer demonstrations over explanations.

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OMG IT’S 11 PM I’M GOING TO WORK TOMORROW- anyway I hope my sleep deprived ass fed you well ^v^

I’ll make part 3 if @muletia notices

[imomnba-x07]

Steve spent 3 movies saving Bucky. He gave up everything for Bucky. He went against everyone, even against Sam's "he's not the kind you save, he's the kind you stop" bullshit, Steve might not agree with Bucky's choices but he'd stand by him and that's a fact. You think he'd kill off his relationship with Bucky, his best friend and family since the 1920s for, let me check my notes, someone he met in 2014??? 💀💀 you're crazy as fuck but believe what you want if that lets you sleep at night 😂

Awe so delusional you didn’t even have the balls to show your blog name, that’s cute. I’m ganna guess you’re like 13 but lemme tell you how adult relationships work. Don’t worry I’ll hold your hand through it all ☺️

Let’s start with the claim that Steve’s movies were only ever about Bucky. This statement takes any sort of agency away from Steve. You throw away every hardship, every conviction every bit of his personality and morals if all you boil it down to is Bucky. In your mind, Steve is no longer a character, no longer a person. He’s a dog who does whatever Bucky needs. Which is not true. He cares about Bucky yes. But Steve is not a servant to Buckys will.

Steve, even before knowing Bucky was alive, was against SHEILD and the use of the helicarriers. (Which means he was anti government control, are you with me so far or do I have to dumb it down further?) “This isn’t freedom, it’s fear.” Steve says to furry when he is first told about project insight. Steve’s mission throughout that movie, his main goal, is to stop project insight and to stop the corruption from undermining people’s freedoms (which he does all with his partner Sam, none of this would have been possible without someone who shared just as strong of a passion for all this as steve). Sorry to break your heart, but Bucky is second in all that. He wants to help Bucky too, but let’s not twist Steve’s priorities here nor make it seem like Steve can only care about one thing at a time.

“He not the kind you save, he’s the kind you stop” sorry but Sam only said that from a narrative perspective for Steve to rebuttal. It’s not even really in character for Sam so I’m not ganna entertain that point. It’s something I laugh off anyways cause thats the only evidence you weird stickies have against Sam after all these years cause yall can’t let shit go. Pathetic.

Now let’s flash forward to civil war, since again, you seem to suffer from amnesia and can’t remember anything about Steve that isn’t Bucky Bucky boo bear Bucky. Steve’s plot in civil war is stopping government oversight. He isnt thinking about Bucky 24/7 in the film. Bucky is merely pulled into it all by unfortunate circumstances. Hell, you could take Bucky out of this film and Steve’s morals would have STILL stayed the same; governments can’t be trusted with control over enhanced individuals nor should they have any say in the avengers. THATS Steve’s moral standing throughout the movie. That doesn’t change. And it’s doesn’t change for Sam either, who holds those EXACT same principles and distrust for overreaching authority figures. Steve, Sam, and Nat went on the run, not for Bucky, but because they refused to be apart of a system they ALL didn’t believe in.

“He would stand by him and that’s a fact” right right I see endgame worked out so well for you people huh😬😬 (lmao)

Now let’s get into the whole friendship piece of it all, since by your definition friends should just blindly support and follow eachother wherever (did your parents never give you the “if your friends jump off a cliff are you jumping too” speech?).

Maybe this is just me, idk, but I have never believed in feeding my friends delusions. I am not ganna tell support every decision my friends make with a “yes queen!🤪” if that decision goes against my own morals and could cause them harm. You are a bad friend if you let the people you care about go through with choices that could do them harm or cause harm to others. Holding your friends accountable is important, it helps us all grow as people. Not being babied or placated or diluted into thinking every decision we make is good. That’s how echo chambers start and egos grow.

Steve and Bucky are grown adults. Steve, with everything we know about his character, would not just let Bucky do whatever, not without Steve shaking Bucky by the shoulders and giving him his two cents. If Bucky is making decisions that go against Steve morals and everything Steve fought to prevent, why does your underdeveloped brain think Steve would just do a magic 180 just for Bucky? Steve would be furious to hear that his best friend (by your own words) undid everything he worked so hard to maintain. And to think otherwise is absolutely ludicrous.

Besides, Steve is chasing a ghost. The Bucky we know is not the man who Steve knew in the 40s. Sam on the other hand, is a man who he has trusted the word of time and time again. Even before Steve spoke about the accords, SAM was the one who fought against them. Sam and Steve have ALWAYS been on the same side when it comes to the government having too much control. They don’t trust the government as far as they can throw them. Sam is also the only one Steve has ever listened to when it came to plans (stopping project insight and stealing Sam’s wings, listening to Sam when he told Steve to let the rest of team cap get arrested so Steve could get away, even providing group counseling during the blip, etc) so yes, I think Steve would absolutely side with Sam here.

You think Steve wouldn’t back the very man he hand picked to carry on the legacy of Captain America? The man who holds his same principles and beliefs? The man who is the rightful leader of the avengers and will lead his team with the very morals that Steve admired in Sam and believed in from the beginning?

Are you incompetent or did you just watch these movies with your eyes closed shouting la la la la la

[marsoid]

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ANSWER UNDER THE CUT!!

I try to study photo reference of cars when I color them! Black cars are especially helpful because it’s easier to interpret what I’m looking at. Take this one for example

It’s just a really sexy mirror essentially. You can see the reflection of the sky, the ground, and the greenery in a way that adheres to the form. Blocky cars are simple because the planes are very obvious and clear. Look at the nose just above the headlight chrome, you can tell it’s angled in such a way that you just see almost a solid rectangle of sky, where the hood just above it is reflecting only the greenery because it’s a different angled plane (flat reflective surfaces like the hood are similar to a lake reflecting a mirrored image of what’s right above it).

Thinking of them like mirrors helps me make sense of it lol so IDK MAYBE IT’LL HELP U TOO?!?!

Sugar is some kind of siren i swear

Our 9 year anniversary is coming up this month 🥹

Currently Sugar is having some annoying acceleration hesitation issue that’s almost certainly the fault of the aftermarket EFI system i have on her, might need a new throttle position sensor (which is cheap and simple thankfully!). I always feel like a crazy person if i can’t drive for a few days. I WAUNT TO DRIVE MY CAR

Here’s a recent pic also. Sorry there’s some dumbass idiot in the way

JKFLD

Keep her clean! Inside and out wash days! Maybe fix up any torn upholstery, get her some new floor mats with a matching steering wheel cover, something cool to dangle from the rearview mirror, and truck nuts (don’t do truck nuts)

I’m also a big fan of people who put a sticker of their car, on their car. Makes me laugh every time it’s so weird and endearing LOL

@esendoran thank you!! I also wasn’t very handy when I got my car, but I got her in surprisingly good shape from the get-go luckily. The nice thing about vintage cars is that they’re very simple mechanically. The engine bay is open and spacious and easy to crank on. It’s also got the advantage of being so old that there’s a ton of people who will know how to work on them if you don’t (YouTube videos, car forums etc too). The only thing I would say is that you should definitely have a garage or somewhere else enclosed if you get an old car! They’re an easy target for car theft, and tend to not do well sitting in bad weather (even rain, and god forbid you get some nasty hail). But otherwise, I wouldn’t let lack of knowledge keep you from getting one! Learn as you go. Also get any car you want to buy appraised before you give the seller any money!! They can make sure there’s no serious hidden issues. 👍🏾

I need to do a part 4 dammit what is wrong with me

[kokii-omii]

The Sharkblings are cooked.

WARNING IT'S EXTREMELY LONG, ALMOST 11K SYMBOLS LONG.

DISCLAIMER BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE ADDING ONE: this thing might(And most likely is) out of character. Most likely insanely out of character. Also warning, a lot of text. A lot. I did not lied when i said that i love overdetailing. I LOVE OVERDETAILING.

Also none of this is serious, i just think way too much, you can treat it as a silly fanon, or you can make it canon, i don't really care :3/positive/silly

Also the entire thing is 100% Platonic of course, i might be weird, but im not THAT weird😭

Okay first some really small Soshark context that you need to have to understand the headcanons. Soshark is a shark merfolk with extreme obsession with Performances and Showtime. His signature spell allows him to summon fish skeletons and control them. Thats all you need, you have the context, i think.

Ok lets start the intense Headcanons. Here you go have a Sharkblings art that i definitely will not overuse in other pictures in this ask lol/foreshadowing. Also sorry if i drew him wrong im sorry i didn't saw the full colour merman art of him so i just based it off his chibi/silly

P.s. i only realised that their mouths look weird, i headcannoned Sharks having gigantic ass mouths and forgot that it's not canon, elp

- I think some sharks would use sunken ships as homes and live in them, because "haha those silly fish go see a ship but it's actually shark". a silly hc that barely matters, but i wanted to add some context

- That doesn't really have much thought to it, but i think their parents weren't paying enough attention to them, which tbh is a wild thing to say, but hear me out on this one, it will allow some of other headcanons to happen later. These 2 are random neighbourhood kids with no adult supervision that just do random goofies.

-I think Soshark and Leo might not be the only siblings, maybe there was like 8 of them, but most of them got eaten, lol. I think these 2 were the troublemaker brothers.

-I think they would barely pay attention to eachother until at some point Soshark discovered his signature spell (he got it at like 9 because plot point) and one of the first big skeletons he managed to add into his collection was a shark skeleton, that was just laying somewhere at the bottom of the sea. As he was trying to learn how to control it properly, Leo might've noticed it. I feel like Soshark might've agreed to build a shark skeleton armour around Leo to make him into an even bigger shark. They end up going to the playground where ALL THE KID FISH START SCREAMING RUNNING CRYING because of how big, sharky, boney and scary SkeLeo looks, Teachers notice that and kick them out((

-After that they probably would start talk more, probably in one of lame middle school classes they would get bored and would sneak out of the class and run away. I bet Soshark would beg for him to go on a criminal plan with him "LEO LEO LEO LEO WHAT IF WE STEAL THE TEACHER'S KEYS AND OPEN THE NERD'S LOCKER TO STEAL THEIR NOTES!!!!" "no bro thats stupid" but after some whining he agrees, immediately regretting it after they get caught and added into a "local school criminals" board or something. Soshark is gigging because he feels like "We are one of those troublemakers from shows that get in some weird shenanigans all the time, but audience loves them because they are silly!" and Leo is so done "I hate you". But they still end up going on like 10 more criminal plans in the next school year.

-These bros were not raised properly and it shows, i think they would start a bet over who can steal a stone from a big white whale's cave and not anger it, but eventually they both end up awakening it and they swim away screaming trying to not get eaten. Their parents are sitting at the top of their sunken ship house smoking a cigar and giggling like those rich men playing golf. Except they are random ass sharks drinking fish blood or something

"-Honey i thinm our kids are being eaten alive"

*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!*

"-Let kids be kids darling, they are having fun, aren't they?"

*HELP US HELP US HELP HELP PLEASE!!!!"

"-Ha💥ha💥ha💥ha💥"

"-Ha💥ha💥ha💥ha💥"

i am sorry but this joke feels so much funnier when it's absurdly big and fancy, it takes a lot of space, but it's worth it💔

-They are lowkey the "Extremely talented superstar and their roomate, who is absolutely sick of hearing their ass sing everyday and would move out if the rent wasnt cheap asf and they weren't broke" dynamic that ive just made up, but i really like it.

-I think part of the reason why they would work as a siblings is because Soshark is small ass shark who definitely got laughed at, especially considering how weird and nerdy he can be, and a giant(at least until he goes on land..) shark that hates him, but he can't be assed to tell him to fuck off. And the skeletons are fire.

-Soshark definitely starts fake crying, whining, screaming, the second someone starts annoying him. Like "Soshark lol you look like a nerd" "WAAAAAAA UEUEUEUUEUE THEY ARE ATTACKING ME!!!!!!" until Leo gets so fucking pissed of hearing him yell and he comes and scares the bullies away. Most of the time people are not even bullying him, he just loves seeing how they run away scared when they see a big shark, and he is a good actor. Leo probably would say "GRRR STOP DOING THIS SHI IT'S ANNOYING" but he enjoys scaring people with his big fish looks, so it's actually a an equal exchange

-They lowkey feel like that a seagull that randomly decided to steal your bread one morning from your window. You are pissed asf, but next day it comes to your window again, it stares at you and you give it a small piece of bread out of pity. But at some point the seagull comes to your window every single day, you hate it, but you keep giving it bread and you genuinely feel worried when the seagull skips a day and feel relieved when it comes back even if you absolutely hate the annoying ass seagull. Sharkblings fr

-I think both of them are the type who would watch a horror movie together with their siblings and wait for the ugliest Eldrich monster to come out just to scream "IT'S YOU IT LOOKS LIKE YOU!!!" at the sibling pointing at the monster. Leo feels like the type to do that, and Soshark is just enjoying the chaos of sillies.

-Considering Leo being a fish of rage and Soshark being a showman, i think we can see where it goes.. or no? They will start an illegal underwater middle school boxing ring where people bring fish skeletons and use them as valuables to gamble on. That was definitely Soshark's idea after he saw someone who was putting bets on who will win in a school fight. Leo is being dragged into this for being Soshark's friend and brother, but he doesn't really mind because i think he would enjoy beating small fish's faces

ignore the quality of this thing. i did it at the last moment, i ran out of stamina okay.

Why i made Leo look nothing like Leo, what was I smoking. Whatever, slay cool fish guy or something😭🙏

-The illegal school ring was closed after one of the audience members didn't reported it to the teachers, around 30% of Soshark's current skeleton fish collection came from this ring. Azul would be so proud.

-Leo IS getting dragged into Soshark's theatre performances, his consent is not required. No ass in this lame ses wants to play the Damsel in Distress in his dramatic musical, time to put on a dress! ..Leo is definitely traumatised from that.

Remember when i said that there will be alternative universes? i did not lied. Alternative universe time.

Okay so, you might think that if both Soshark and Leo are in Octavinelle then they would just share a dorm? nah.

Errrm actually🤓☝️ having them in one dorm affects the plot and might even ruin a few story plot moments. Like Soshark's "being a performer in mostro lounge" arc actually would get damaged if we include Leo in it. Same as potential Leo lore can also get fucked by Soshark being in the same dorm/school.🤓☝️

I have a solution, Alternative Universes

ignore the way ive drew human Leo here, i need for it all to fit into one style okay

So since having both of them ruins the lore, instead the universe will have a fork based on who will get the NRC letter. I basically explained the thing on the pic, but basically:

-if Soshark gets the letter, then average Soshark lore happens, but with Leo being somewhere in Coral Sea

-Leo au is the opposite, where the average Leo lore happens, but with Soshark in Coral Sea.

Also these universes have small differences because i think they are interesting or funny. It would be hilarious if Leo actually gets a fitting big human form in every single universe, except the ones where he is in NRC. Thats so goofy, bro is not only shrinked, but also is the only AU Leo variant who does that, it's hilarious 😭

Also Soshark's hair colour, but whatever, this is not about him, he can wait until i write a post explaining his entire lore later.

Also a Silly bonus AU where Soshark and Leo do live in Octavinelle together, but the lore is fucked and this universe can exist solely for memes.

i need to separate the chapters of this rant somehow, i ran out of pictures, i gotta pull out my memes

Headcanon continuation, but they are now older because previous ones were Kidsharkblings, now they are Oldsharkblings. i love the Sharkblings, thats a silly word

-As they grew up and Soshark finally got some other friends, they definitely stopped being friendenemyblings, instead they are enemiblings now.

-It does have an explanation tho, in AUs where Soshark goes into the NRC with or without Leo, he does get friends and get popular, because of which they grow distant, Leo is happy of that, he had better things to do rather than sticking next to a random theatre kid who just happens to come from the same spawner as him.

-if they were to live in Octavinelle together, they would definitely ignore eachother's existence and pretend they don't know eachother. But secretly they both wish for the right moment to let out all their sibling's dirty secrets and ruin their reputation! uhh, at least Soshark does, he loves thinking of himself as the popular high school musical girl. He better pull out some of the "Leo once bit his own tongue and ended up walking with a bandage over it for the next month"-aah lore and make some drama.

-if Soshark sees shrunken Leo he starts actively laughing and playing to be his babysitter. Absolutely dies of laughter the more angry Leo gets, but the next time two of them get in water and Leo gets his form back, Soshark will get absolutely cooked, probably will be force trapped inside of some random ass barrel as Leo kicks him around laughing. Pretty equal, i guess.

-In Leo AU during the music festival that Vil overblotted in(i forgot the name don't look at me), he will probably be forced to summon Soshark for a visit into the Octavinelle from the Coral Sea just so he can help [insert name] with their performance. A typical kid show trope happens with "Oh no, no one remembers Leo when his cool autistic brother is around!", but he just lures Soshark into the water and transforms into a big fish, takes him and YEEETS him into the unknown with his shark muscles. He gets yeeted like Team R and never comes back again/hj. Leo tells the dorm that Soshark had an emergency and had to go into the sea again(he is probably laying in a pile of seaweed somewhere 50km away passed out where no one will find his body/j).

I have more silly hcs, but this thing is like SO LONG??? I will spare you and leave like 5 more headcanons for the black friday, this poor Ask will not survive being any longer 😭🙏

i do have 6 more memes tho(finally, the foreshadowing of overusing the mershark art from earlier is paid off!...)

Chat i think i might be completely out of character and absolutely off everything that can be off. But it's okay at least if i will see this in 50 years i can think of how weird it was.

I remember i said i will make a family tree, and i did make it, but i reached the limit of images per ask. But i have it, probably will send it in reposts to this one if I won't forget(i probably will)

Also the family tree lowkey makes no sense so whatever, not a big loss.

Thats funny to look at yourself and be like "Dude... did this guy just randomly made a 5362 paragraph long list of headcanons of his and some random person's ocs being siblings..." and like omg, this guy is weird asf. Wait thats me omg. That actually looks really weird with no context, but trust, i overdetail every Soshark detail like that, i am not a scary person obsessed with Leo, he just looked silly and i liked him he is super goofy silly little shork.

Thank you for reading my new book called "i love overdetailing characters". Thank you Koki for allowing me to throw this gigantic Whatever this even is at this point. And thanks for creating your silly ocs so one day i found one of them and made a giant list of headcanons of them

this thing hits so hard, giant wall of purple text.

p.s. i actually accidentally closed my Tumblr tab while writing and recovered the text back from the screenshots i was taking. This hing was done yesterday, but this thing made me go late on deadlines for this thing(there was no deadline)😭😭😭

i like how youre honestly just as insane as me when it comes to rambling about oc lore

the stuff you said sounds funny so this is definitely Omi approved, and you're actually really close with Leo's shark form

you've said so much that i honestly don't know what else to say other than i think this is really funny especially the textposts😭😭

[misssassylover]

꧁𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢’𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮꧂

We're just friends right?

Like we've been right?

So you can tell me 'bout the girl that you kissed last night

Keep going on about staying at her house

It's not like I feel like I could throw up right now

Chris leans against the hood of my car, the dusk light brushing golden on his cheekbones.

I nod along as he tells me about some girl from last night, Talia? I don’t care to remember.

He’s laughing, playing with my car keys, tossing them in his hand like the words mean nothing.

“She kissed me first,” he says, smirking. “Kinda wild, right?”

My lips press into a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. I hope he doesn’t notice the way my fingers tighten around the soda can I’m holding.

“Yeah, wild,” I echo, voice lighter than it feels.

He keeps going, how they ended up at her place, how her dog wouldn’t stop barking. Every word stings like gravel in my shoes. I’m nodding, smiling, listening. But my stomach flips over itself.

Just friends. Like always.

Then why do I feel like i could throw up?

You're my ride or die

So I'm not jealous right?

'Cause the way I feel about you is just black and white

And I ain't been staying up

Overthinking us

Tripping all over these feelings, nah that'd be dumb

Chris throws an arm around my shoulder when we’re walking back to his house. It’s casual. Friendly, even. He’s always done this, always been tactile. I used to crave these moments. Now I dread how normal they feel.

“I swear, you’re the only one who actually gets me,” he says.

I grin. “That’s because I have no choice.”

He laughs, and my chest aches.

I tell myself it’s nothing. That I’m not up at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he ever thinks of me the way I think of him.

That I’m not spiraling every time he texts someone else more than me.

Feelings? Dumb. That’s not what this is.

Right?

It's fine, yeah it's cool

Not like I wanna make a move

It's fine, yeah it's cool

It's not like I'm in love with you

Shit

I’m sitting on his bed, legs crossed, watching him change shirts. He throws one off, another on. I try not to stare.

He turns, catches my gaze. “You good?”

“Yeah, totally.” I swallow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugs, flops down next to me. His thigh presses against mine. I don’t move. Can’t. If I shift, I’ll lose that inch of contact, and it might feel like losing everything.

It’s fine. It’s cool.

Not like I want to reach out and trace his jawline. Not like I want to lean in, close the gap.

Not like I’m in love with him.

Shit.

No I'm not feeling unwell

No it's not scary as hell that I

Want you more than anyone else

Want your body all to myself

I’m quiet on the ride home. Chris notices.

“You’re being weird,” he says, glancing over at me with a crooked smile. “What’s in that head of yours?”

I look out the window, watching streetlights smear into blurs. “Nothing. Just tired.”

But it’s everything. It’s wanting him to grab my hand on the gearshift. It’s the way my heart slams every time his fingers graze mine by accident. It’s the unbearable realization that no one else makes me feel this way.

I want him. All of him.

And yeah, it’s terrifying.

It's not likе I'm losing my head

Thinking 'bout you in my bed

Keep doing that thing you do

It's not like I'm in lovе with you

The nights are the worst. That’s when the walls drop. When I picture what it would feel like if he looked at me like that. Like the way he looks at her.

I imagine the warmth of him beside me, the way his voice would sound in my ear, soft and close. His laugh in the dark.

I clench my pillow and try to think of something else. Anything else. But then you hear his voice in my head again, teasing, comforting, familiar.

I bury my face in the pillow.

No. This is not love.

I’m just… tired.

It started slow but then like dominoes

I started free falling for you, no control

Couldn't hide the truth from my friends too

It's not like everybody knows but you

It wasn’t always like this.

At first, he was just the boy who made me laugh too loud in class, who shared playlists and drinks and late-night drives. Somewhere along the line, I stopped noticing other people.

And my friends? They see it. The lingering looks. The way my mood depends on his texts. The way my eyes follow him across a room like a magnetic pull I can’t explain.

They know.

Everyone knows.

Except him.

It's fine, yeah it's cool

I totally know what to do

It's fine, yeah it's cool

It's not like I'm in love with you

I sit on the curb outside, knees tucked to my chest. Chris is beside me, fiddling with his shoelaces.

“So… that girl from the other night?” I say, voice too steady.

He hums. “What about her?”

“Are you seeing her again?”

He pauses. “Nah. Wasn’t really into it.”

Relief floods me. I hate that it does.

I laugh it off. “Cool. Yeah. Just wondering.”

It’s fine. I’ve got this. No feelings. No confessions.

Totally normal.

Totally not in love.

It's not like I'm losing my head

Thinking 'bout you in my bed

Keep doing that thing you do

It's not like I'm in love with you

I’m at his house again. Movie playing. Popcorn between us. He reaches over, dusts a kernel off my hoodie, his fingers lingering longer than they should.

I freeze.

He meets my eyes. Something flickers in his.

“You always look at me like that?” he says softly.

My heart stops.

“Like what?”

He tilts his head, studying me. “Like I matter more than I should.”

I laugh, but it cracks halfway. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He smiles. “Wouldn’t dare.”

And I sit there, pulse racing, wondering how long I can keep pretending this is nothing.

I'm in love

I'm in love

I'm in love with you

But it's not like I'm in love with you

Chris walks me to my car. The sky is black velvet and the stars feel too bright. I hesitate before getting in. So does he.

“Hey,” he says, voice lower now. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

He rubs the back of his neck. “If I kissed you right now… would it ruin everything?”

I stop breathing.

My heart answers before my mouth does.

“No,” I whisper. “It might fix it.”

He steps closer.

And when he kisses me. It’s not fireworks. It’s not dramatic. It’s quiet and real and everything i’ve tried not to feel for months.

I’m in love.

And it’s not like I’m in love with him.

I am.

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

I've read several fics in which KRS, instead of ending up as Cale, instead ends up as a child (sometimes specifically a Korean child) in Roan and yk what that makes me really want?

I want a fic where KRS (small Korean child, much older than he looks) and Choi Han (only other Korean person the people of TCF have ever seen, ALSO much older than he looks) are having a bit of a disagreement or argument, and for whatever reason Choi Han tries to pull the age card. Says something like kid I am a hundred years older than you respect your elders, except not exactly that because that wouldnt be IC at all, but something along those lines yk. This does NOT work because KRS is like hello?? you are LESS than a century older than me (if you want to add extra effect let's say for whatever reason KRS is older than usual here (maybe this isn't the first time he's transmigrated?) so KRS himself is like, 70 or smth minimum) most of which doesn't even count because you have JACKSHIT real life experience. also you're not fully grown either! (Choi Han is still physically like 17 which means if his aging wasn't weird he'd probably still have at least one growth spurt ahead of him) stop trying to pull the age card!!! you're not a Real AdultTM either!!!

and whoever is listening/eavesdropping promptly adds 2 and 2 and gets 5 (completely understandably to be fair, with the information they have) because like

okay

as far as I can tell, opinions seem to vary on if/to what extent different ethnicities exist on Nameless? But certainly less than on Earth, and certainly Korean isn't one of the ethnicities they'd recognise, plus there's generally a pretty solid belief that theres the Western Continent and the Eastern Continent and That's It. BUT what they do have are an absolute shit ton of different sapient SPECIES, a lot of whom the average person may never meet or even heard of, either because they're rare as fuck (e.g. dragons) or because they're in hiding (e.g. dark elves). And a lot of the non-human species age completely differently

So what I'm saying is

If someone saw Choi Han and child!KRS, the only Korean people they've ever seen, having an argument that includes reference to Choi Han being 'only' about a century older than KRS, and therefore still a child, which is more likely for them to believe?

Option a) Choi Han + KRS are an ethnicity they've never seen before, either from a place they've never heard of before or from an entire other world, and the age thing is either a lie or a running joke that these two for....some reason...decided to treat seriously even in the middle of an argument <- this option requires breaking several of the character's existing beliefs about the world and requires the assumption that Choi Han + KRS are treating the lie/joke as way more important than whatever argument they're having

Option b) KRS + Choi Han are being serious about the ages, and are some species the character(s) have never heard of that ages differently to humans. specifically one where reaching actual adulthood takes Ages but the children are still fairly mature+capable <- this option doesn't create the weird question of "why would these two treat a joke about age more seriously than their argument" and also doesn't really challenge the character(s)'s understanding of the world. like yes, it does require the assumption that there's a species in the world that the character(s) didn't yet know about/recognise BUT depending on where this is in the timeline and/or which character(s) is doing the eavesdropping (.....and on the assumption that I'm not just getting dark elves + necromancers confused, which I might be, in which case, oope) then they've already had the "well I thought x species/profession was extinct but it turns out they're not" realisation, and could reasonably go "...maybe these two are like that?" Or they could assume that like dragons, whatever species this is is just very rare and tends to isolate themselves. Either way! Wouldn't challenge their perception of the world nearly as much. It'd be fine on the age front as well - Raon is definitely a child at 4 years old but there was also like, zero hesitation on KRS!Cale's part in believing that the kid was mature+capable enough to manage/live on his own, so there's precedent for people at least believing that some of the species that age slower may have children that are nevertheless quite mature, kind of thing

This got really long and I have no idea how coherent I'm being but the short version is I want a fic wherein someone(s) assume that Choi Han and child!KRS are an unknown long living species, and I want this assumption to happen right near the beginning of it all and for that misunderstanding to then snowball/affect a shit ton of other things as time + plot proceeds