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consistantly-changing · 20 hours ago
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[Image descriptions in order: a tumblr reblog chain which says:
082: does anyone else want yaoi cocaine
catfanblog: I know that op is probably joking, however I don't understand what's funny...fetishizing mlm relationships isn't funny it is a serious problem. I think you all need to read posts before you reblog them, I'm truly hoping most people reblogging didn't see the "yaoi" part or something. Jfc I thought we were past this
neotrances: kinda homophobic to be agaisnt yaoi cocaine
catfanblog: You have blood on your hands]
[An anonymous tumblr ask which says: hey people are harassing the guy who commented on the yaoi cocaine post could u like get them to stop or something? he seems genuinely upset abt it
neotrances replies: ?? i'm not making anyone do anything and five other people responded to him / were sending him messages before i said anything in the post sorry that's happening but like. i literally did not say anything other than yaoi cocaine
catfanblog reblogs with an image of an anime boy crying in the rain.]
[A tumblr post by vergak which says: Anyways who else wants some yaoi ibuprofen?
catfanblog reblogs saying: Stop tormenting me. Please. I am asking nicely]
[A tumblr reblog chain which says
vampirate: ok so aside from this person does anyone else want yaoi cocaine
catfanblog: You aren't funny, kid.
atrisrising: but is the yaoi cocaine free?
catfanblog: Be honest. Would you be sad if I died. Would you feel guilty]
[An anonymous tumblr ask which says: very insensitive of you to say that my boyfriend is on a yaoi morphine drip at the yaoi hosptial because of a yaoi cocaine overdose :/
vergak replies with a fanart of Sonic the hedgehog unconscious in a hospital bed with Knuckles standing beside him and crying.
catfanblog reblogs saying in all capitals: enough about the yaoi drugs enough about the yaoi drugs]
[A tumblr post which says: All of you want me dead
catfanblog reblogs saying: All I do is reblog saying my opinion and everyone had to attack me. Just leave mlm alone
#vent tw]
[Tags which say #tw truama #traumacore #depressed #actually insane #pain #suffering #anger #hatred #sadness #yaoi cocaine]
[A screenshot of a post on catfanblog's blog, which shows seven images of crying anime boys.]
[A tumblr post by getouuu, showing a drawing of two anime boys making out (who might be L and Light from Death Note), with the caption "Yaoi moment." Below the image they say: catfanblog this could be us if we took some Yaoi cocaine and relaxed <3
catfanblog reblogs saying: i'm actually feeling something between us... should we explore this? let me know]
[A screenshot of DMs between vergak and catfanblog, which say:
vergak: Legitimately brilliant satire. Id love to share a yaoi blunt with you.
catfanblog: i want you]
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lilacthebooklover · 7 months ago
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Owen Carvour 😇 for the ask game :P
with pleasure! :D
😇- A headcanon about their religion/lack thereof
i've never really considered this before, but pre-fall i think he was agnostic. he didn't know if there was a god out there, and if there was, he wasn't all too concerned with finding out about their existence. i don't think it would have helped that he was a gay man in the 1960s, and a lot of religious people at the time would've been homophobic. post-fall i think he would've lost a lot of faith in a higher deity if there was one, because why would someone benevolent give him such an awful hand in life? from there, i think he would've been an atheist- he has no evidence of there being a god, and his morals have been almost entirely destroyed, so any belief he might have had is crushed. he kills and tortures people for a living, and he enjoys it. not too concerned with upholding the ten commandments, it seems.
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thelostsisters · 2 years ago
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i really wonder if they’re going to change sam and henry’s ending now, bc as good of a choice as it was not to have bill suffering in the aftermath of frank’s death like he did in the game, i feel like having two episodes back to back that end with a character choosing to take their life after losing the one person they love would be… a lot
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pawbeanies · 9 months ago
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do you know what d.i.d. is?
hi anon!!!! yes i'm aware of what did is but i am always open to like learning more and educating myself !!! like yknow i could always learn more and stuff... if there are any resources you'd recommend or anything i would love to take a look !! thank you thank you ...
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jinxedshapeshifter · 1 year ago
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Alright, so I'm white and I have to agree that white people (especially white men for some reason) are really fucking fragile and sensitive for whatever reason (the "you gotta watch what you say around [white people] bc they bruise like a two week old apple" comment is accurate lmao). Personally I feel like that actually goes for majority groups in general (cis people, able-bodied people, cis men, etc) but that's a completely different conversation.
This is completely on him thinking the world revolves around him. Personally I don't even like Thanksgiving. Being presented with a lot of food gives me anxiety and I end up losing my appetite, so I usually don't eat a lot on Thanksgiving anyway (which, when you're white like me, completely defeats the purpose of Thanksgiving imo). This is a trend I've noticed with way too many cultural majority groups actually (although it definitely happens with minorities; I've noticed when it happens in minority groups it's not the majority complaining though). Before I go on, Anon, you're NTA.
I've seen too many Christians get upset about religious inclusivity in December especially (basically, "why not say 'happy holidays' instead of 'merry christmas' when you see a stranger in the street" pisses off SO many Christians because "christianity is the majority")
White people getting upset over POC celebrating holidays that are important to their cultures (for example, I've seen white people get upset over Kwanzaa????)
It is not unheard of for Christians to get offended when they're invited to a non-Christian (for example, Jewish or Muslim) religious service.
My point in bringing those up is, being a white person myself who was raised in a Mormon household (Mormons often considering themselves a denomination of Christianity, although I've seen other Christian denominations dispute this), I've noticed that people who are of a majority group tend to act like or think the world revolves around or caters to them even if they have an additional minority status, especially when they're part of an older generation (especially Baby Boomers, although I've also noticed this to a mild extent with my dad, who's Gen X).
It probably comes from a place of privilege; I'm disabled, trans, and gay, but I can recognize that my race gives me some advantages (by which I mean I can recognize that I would be treated completely differently if I wasn't white). White privilege very much exists as much as white people don't want to acknowledge it, and especially when you don't have a minority status with your status as a white person like I do, you're basically spoiled by society, which often leads to a sense of entitlement, which is the vibe I get from your mom's boyfriend (basically, entitled to have his feelings respected without any regard for what anyone else wants or needs).
So while I have some sympathy for your mom's boyfriend, genuinely he needs to grow up and realize that not everything in the world revolves around him lol.
Also, personally? He would've been out the second he called it political. Why do people insist on making people's identities, especially the aspects they can't change about themselves, political?
AITA for making my mom’s boyfriend feel bad on purpose?
disclaimer: my parents have an open marriage
so i (20m, northern cheyenne) don’t have a problem with the modern celebration of thanksgiving.
really. i don’t.
the whole “pilgrims and indians” schtick is gross, but i find that generally, outside of elementary schools, nobody thinks about that part very much. people mostly just want to see their families and eat weird food. and i fucks w that.
the problem comes in with my mom’s boyfriend.
my mom (52f) is white, but she’s been married to my dad (53m) who is also northern cheyenne for 26 years. she’s the DEI coordinator for our county’s public school system and she’s one of my favorite most trusted shire people ever. so i never really have to censor myself around her. i can make jokes and complain and vent and etc etc etc. she’ll always listen.
her BOYFRIEND though.
i really do like my mom’s boyfriend (41m). he’s super cool, recommends good books, teaches me about plumbing, all sorts of other Manly Step Dad Shit (/hj).
but he is decidedly extremely caucasian. like so white.
he’s not /racist/ but he’s that in-between that a lot of white people are where they’re never mean, but you gotta watch what you say around them bc they bruise like a two week old apple.
there have been a few instances where i have in fact bruised his sensitive white man apple skin.
1) i was listening to a podcast with my mom about people indigenous to Hawai’i protecting Mauna Kea. we were listening to it out loud in our living room, and her boyfriend came in and listened for a few minutes before asking me to turn it off because it was “depressing”. fair enough. i figured he was having a rough day and i turned it off. (side note, it was All My Relations, “For the Love of the Mauna”.)
2) we were driving somewhere and trading off command of the AUX. i put on a song by Nahko and Medicine for the People, specifically their parody of “My Country Tis of Thee”. he again said he didn’t like it, it was depressing, and could I please turn it off. i did.
3) this is where i’m the asshole. we’re planning for thanksgiving, and i mentioned wanting to do a anticolonial thanksgiving. we’d watch some stuff about the wampanoag tribe (first contact tribe at plymouth rock), i’d make frybread and fried squash blossoms (along w my mom who would make the thanksgiving basics) we’d have a grand old time. her boyfriend asks why we can’t just enjoy thanksgiving without making it too political.
i’m like. that’s not political? it’s cultural?
and he says that to him it feels self flagellating and it would make him feel bad.
and i said honestly? the idea of thanksgiving’s history makes Me feel bad. and not to complain dude, but as an american indian, it’s always about you, and never, ever about me. so truly, i don’t care if you feel bad. we’re not doing a fucking colonized thanksgiving in this house. so if you’re just here for that sham bullshit, go and stay gone.
my mom says she agrees with me that an attempt at a decolonized thanksgiving is a good idea and a good compromise for our mixed family, but that i was way too harsh on her boyfriend and should’ve tried explaining in a kinder way first, since he’s really not educated on this stuff. i see where she’s coming from; i worry i might’ve scared him off of ever learning about cultural decolonization. ik it’s not my responsibility to make him care, but that doesn’t change the fact that plenty of white people are subconsciously looking for a reason not to care about natives, and by being a dick i might’ve just handed him that reason. so not only was i an asshole to him, but an asshole to my community at large by disservicing our reputation.
idk. i think i ruined thanksgiving :/
What are these acronyms?
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cezelaia · 10 months ago
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-ˋˏ you’re such a fucking babyˎˊ
manipulative!ellie x f!reader
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It was Friday night and you were getting ready to go out with Dina and Jesse, trying to distract yourself from the events of the past 24 hours. Ellie and you had a huge fight the previous night and you were still reeling from the insensitive things she had said to you.
You had been avoiding her all day, not wanting to face her and the issue at hand. You wanted to go out, hand out at the bar with your friends, and forget about the whole thing. But fate had different plans for you.
Your friend Dina, let it slip to Ellie about your plan to go out. And of course, Ellie couldn't let that happen. She showed up at your door, asking to 'just talk' about it. But instead, she made fun of you and belittled you until you couldn't take it anymore and broke down crying.
'I can't believe you wanted to get shit-faced drunk instead of talking it out with me,' she had said. 'You're such a fucking baby,' she continued. And it wasn't until you were crying uncontrollably that she finally stopped and apologized.
“I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me. I'll make it up to you,” she said, kissing your neck softly.
And that's how you ended up on your bedroom dresser. Ellie standing in front of you, one hand holding your right leg up to your chest and the other hand.. well.. she had two fingers in your cunt, repeatedly hitting the right spot.
Your body was responding to her touch, the pleasure building and building. Ellie continued to thrust her fingers deeply and slowly into you.
She’s whispering sweet apologies, promises of change, and praises of how good you feel around her fingers.
Your eyes are closed, moans spilling out of your mouth, and you find yourself lost in the moment, forgetting all about the fight and the hurtful things she said.

Ellie whispered in your ear, “I love you so much”, and you believed her.
She was caressing your leg while she fingered you, so good.
There was still tears falling down your face and she fucking loved it. “Crying because I make you feel so good, huh baby?”
You nod your head and she laughs before speeding up her movements, making your hands grip the dresser tighter and your breathing speeds up.
You’re about to cum and she knows it, she can always tell even when you don’t say anything.
Your head leans down as you’re struggling to ask for permission to cum. You’re so overwhelmed with emotion. You open your eyes to the sight of her fingers pounding your pussy plowing.
You let out a soft whine as you lift your head back up to face your lover.
“E-El?….” you say, and a tear falls down your cheek. “Cum for me, baby.” she whispers and that’s all you needed.
You arch your back as you release, letting out a loud moan mixed with a sob. Ellie continues to thrust until you reach a hand down to stop her.
As you catch your breath, Ellie releases your leg and brings it to your cheek, wiping your tears before pulling you into a heated kiss.
In that moment, all the hurt and pain from the fight faded away, and you were left with the undeniable truth that you loved her… so fucking much.
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shiftingparadise · 4 months ago
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Only an idiot loses a girl like you (Gojo x you x Nanami)
Hi guys! This is just a quick idea I had in mind. I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: none
Word count: 1295
“Why?”, his head dropped.
Because you never have any time for me.
“Satoru-“, your eyes low. You didn’t mean to hurt him like this, to be insensitive toward his work, but you deserved more. “Are you in love with someone else?”. His voice never sounded so broken. This wasn’t the Satoru you knew. It was only a shell of the man you used to know. “No”, your grip around your bag tightened. “Where are you going?”. “To my old apartment”.
Your mind was made up. You wanted more than this; than what he could give you.
“Don’t do this, please”, desperation fell upon him. He didn’t want you to leave. He loved you, more than anything. “I’m sorry”, a silent tear fell from your cheek. “Don’t be, just stay”, he finally looked up, “We can work through this”.
That’s what you said last time, and the time before that, and before that…
“Satoru, I’m sorry but I… I can’t do this anymore”, you looked into his eyes. “What about Jujutsu High?”, he grabbed the counter behind him. “What about it?”. “We’ll still see each other”. “So?”, your brows pulled together, “Is that all you can think about right now? Work?”.
God, you were so sick of his obsession with his work. Sure, he was the strongest sorcerer and the students needed him, but so did you. Where was he when you needed him?
“Y/N-“, he realised his mistake. “Always thinking about your work”, you chuckled, “You know, I once admired that”. “Please-“, his hand reached out for you knowing it was futile. “But there’s more to life than work. I want someone to take me out to dinner, to surprise me, to go out on dates together. Someone who I can share my life with”, your voice broke. “I will-“, Satoru moved toward you. “It’s too late”, you walked to the door, “You’re too late, Satoru”.
—-
“Are you serious?”, you tilted your head. “You have to believe me!”, Yuji practically jumped from his seat, “It was Gojo-sensei who stole my book. He said he wanted to read in it”.
The worst part of it all was that you knew your student wasn’t lying.
“And your teacher didn’t think about asking a copy from me?”, your words died out as you realised why he didn’t.
The two of you barely spoke to each other after your breakup. Let alone he’d asked you in private for your copy.
“Why did he need it anyway?”, you placed your own copy on your student’s desk. “Let’s see…”, Yuji looked to the ceiling, “Oh, right! He said he needed to know a bit more about certain cursed objects”. “You can give him my copy”, you looked to the whiteboard behind you, “Now pay attention”.
—-
“You seem tired”, Nanami’s voice reached your ears.
You were resting your head on your desk. You didn’t realise, however, that one of your students left the door open after class.
“Those kids… They’re a handful”, you forced a smile as you straightened your back. “You seem a different kind of tired”, he coldly added as he stood in the hallway. “I guess I am”, you softly chuckled as you massaged the back of your neck. “I heard…”, Nanami seemed to doubt for a second, “About you and Satoru”. “Everyone has by now”, you sighed. The blonde stayed quiet, unsure whether to continue. “It’s fine”, you noticed his internal struggle, “It’s better like this”.
—-
“Don’t forget to write your essays!”, you yelled after your students, “And don’t let Gojo-sensei distract you with his stupid missions! Knowledge is important too!”.
You pinched the space between your brows as you heard their ‘yeah yeah’s’. It was obvious they enjoyed Satoru’s course more, but yours was important too. It was wrong of them to disregard your course like this.
“They are a handful”, Nanami’s voice startled you. “They need to study more”, you shook your head, “I understand that Satoru’s style of teaching is more hands-on and fun but they need to know about cursed techniques and cursed tools, about the history… It’s important”. “Give them time”, Nanami entered the classroom. “Here”, he placed a bag on your desk. “What’s this?”. “Food”, he looked to the ceiling, his hands in his pockets, “You’re skipping meals”. “You noticed?”, your eyes widened. “You’ve lost weight”, he brushed through his hair, “Eat”.
You stayed quiet for a second. This was the first time that someone had paid attention to you. That someone had put in the effort to notice you.
“Thanks”, you softly answered. He grabbed a chair and placed it in front of your desk. “Thought we could have lunch together. If you don’t mind”. “N-no, not at all!”, you hastily answered, “I’d like that”.
—-
Satoru wasn’t the only one who noticed the amount of time you spent with Nanami. Even his students noticed.
“Look, look!”, Nobara almost jumped in the air, “Y/N-sensei and Nanami-san are walking together again!”. “They’re just having coffee”, Megumi sighed, “Mind your own business”. “Are they dating?”, Yuji matched Nobara’s energy.
Megumi was the only one who knew about your relationship with Gojo. It wasn’t a secret to the others that worked at Jujutsu High, but it was for the students.
“Gojo-san?”, Megumi tried to distract him, “Can you give me more tips to attract Shinigami?”. “Of course”, Satoru ripped his eyes away from the two of you, “Well, let’s see… Where to start”.
—-
“Everyone did well”, you happily handed them back their assignments, “Please, keep up the good work”. “Y/N-sensei?”, Yuji raised his hand. “Yes?”. “Gojo-sensei gave this back”, he handed back your copy. “Thank you”, you smiled, “Now go on, enjoy your weekend”.
You watched as your students left the classroom.
“Finally, weekend”, you sighed as you picked up your copy. “Huh?”, you watched as a piece of paper fell to the floor.
“I’m sorry about everything. I miss you more than I can take”.
Your heart ached as you recognised Satoru’s handwriting. “It isn’t enough”, you softly whispered to yourself.
“Ready?”, Nanami smiled as he leaned against the door. “Ready”, you hastily put the note away. “You look lovely”, he held out his hand for you to take. “Liar, I look like a mess”. “I’m serious”, his touch felt soft, “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen”.
Your cheeks reddened. It was the first date you agreed to go on. Nanami had been asking you for weeks now, but you always refused. That was until yesterday when he showed up with a bouquet full of your favourite flowers. You still didn’t understand how he knew.
“Nothing too fancy, right?”, you watched as he opened the door of his car for you. “I promise”. “Really? Because I just got off work…”. “Don’t worry”, he sat down behind the wheel, “Here”.
You watched as he grabbed a bag from the backseat.
“We’ll stop at your apartment first. You can change”, he smiled, “If you want too, of course”. “What’s this?”, your heart raced.
You carefully opened the bag, only to find a beautiful dress inside.
“You got this… For me?”, you barely whispered. “I’m sorry”, he started to panic, “I didn’t mean to offend you. You look perfect but I knew you wouldn’t feel comfortable going out with your work clothes, and I wanted to surprise you that’s all-“. “It’s perfect”, you tried not to cry, “I… I don’t know what to say”.
You felt his hand on your thigh. His touch felt kind. Kinder than Satoru’s ever did.
“You can start off by promising me this isn’t our last date”, he gently joked. “You’re an idiot”, you chuckled. “No idiot has a woman like you sitting beside him”, he softly pinched in your thigh, “And only an idiot loses a woman like you”.
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intersexismpresentation · 20 days ago
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Hello! This blog was created by a perisex college student working on a research essay about intersexism and why nonconsensual "normalizing" procedures done on intersex people are not ethical and should be fully abandoned. I am using this account to demonstrate my presentation for this research essay.
If you would like anything added as a reblog to the presentation, send me an ask and I'll add it on there! Alternatively, reblog it yourself with your addition and I'll reblog your reblog to this account.
If I have written something insensitive or intersexist, please let me know and I'll remove it immediately. The point of this blog is to demonstrate visually, in a modern format that others can interact with, one of the many ways that intersex people experience systemic discrimination, not to enforce said systemic discrimination myself.
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legiterallylunar · 8 months ago
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right so there are definitely people more qualified to talk about this than me, my family isn't very religious so my knowledge of intricate shabbat traditions are limited but i NEED to talk about this because it's still so important to me
anyway. huge long essay incoming under tbe cut.
LIKE. Shabbat is such an intimate and intentional part of jewish family life (you can't casually keep it if ykwim? if you keep shabbat you KEEP shabbat. nobody's going to all the effort of baking challah and lighting candles and blessing the children and taking a day of rest every single week if they aren't really very jewish because it's not convenient! shabbat is so intentional you have to Actively do it. this is mostly the reason my family don't keep it basically at all) and i think it would be so interesting to see what family dynamics the falsettos develop around it.
like i'm convinced that when marvin and trina first got married they were very strict about it ("very jewish, very middle class, very straight") and did the whole ceremony every week, prayers and all, no cars no lights no tearing paper etc., i imagine they also probably went to the synagogue on the saturday every week especially at the beginning.
Later when marvin first started seeing mendel (which i've decided was probably maybe 2 years into the marriage?? idk?? so anyway jason will be around 2ish here from what i gather from the musical) tensions between him and trina grew considerably so they slowly stopped going to the synagogue, but out of tradition and obviously trying to keep some religion in their lives they would still do the friday evening ceremony and probably still the havdalah on saturday evening (i think this would particularly apply to marvin as he starts feeling more and more out of place in the conventional jewish life he has so he probably had a very strong religious spike to try keep some sense of order), but that they'd get less particular about details like cooking or light switches, they might slowly start driving to the synagogue too. trina tries extra hard with her housekeeping end of things at this point because she doesn't know marvin is gay and thinks she's doing something wrong for the judaism to start creeping out of her life.
Then as jason got older (maybe 6-8ish) i expect he probably complained about not being able to do things on fridays after school so they loosened it a little again (probably eventually stopping doing to the synagogue - jason doesn't like it), but out of marvin's need for a tight-knit family the friday night ceremony with challah and candles and blessings stayed in place. tensions between trina and marvin keep growing and jason wants less and less to do with religious ceremonies that mean he has to stand in between his parents while they bless him and simultaneously avoid looking at each other.
during the divorce process after trina catches marvin with whizzer, i think that they probably had one really difficult shabbat and then stopped doing it completely for maybe like six months before trying again. divorce takes forever so i expect the next time they tried to do shabbat properly was just a couple of weeks before it was legally finalised and it was awkward but then they did it just a couple more times in the same sort of "since this is the last loving thing we'll probably ever do together" sentiment.
THIS IS WHERE THE MUSICAL STARTS. id like to believe that the "we all eat as one: wife, friend and son" is one of the first (and probably the last) times that they try to hold shabbat friday night ceremony and meal with both parents, jason, AND whizzer. it is obviously horrifically awkward and they never do it again at least until act 2.
anyway moving on from trina and marvin.
i think that while marvin and whizzer are dating for the first time they don't really keep religious tradition much, if at all. they obviously love each other but judaism in their relationship takes a back seat as marvin discovers how he feels in a gay relationship for the first time. whizzer being only "half jewish" probably doesn't make a huge effort to be religious, but also that migjt just be because he isn't involved with the wider jewish community around him (guys i'm gonna b honest i don't think whizzer has a lot of long term friends). i think whizzer comes into his own in terms of his judaism in act 2 when he rejoins the family after it becomes less actively dysfunctional.
ANYWAY mendel obviously doesn't work saturdays and i assume he probably doesn't work fridays either just because he doesn't actually like being a psychiatrist and takes advantage of having shabbat on friday evening as an excuse to work shorter time. (this isn't to say that mendel doesn't actually do religion, he does, but he also takes it to his own advantage when he can).
Anyway when he and trina get together i think that Making a Home is a really good description of their home life together and with jason. i like to think they keep shabbat as a custom, but they allow themselves to relax with it because after all it's a day of rest. i think that shabbat at the weisenbachfeld household is a much more pleasant affair than it was with marvin and trina, because they do it out of genuine appreciation for the religion and family life and not out of a feeling of necessity like they 'have to do it because that's what jews do'. jason probably felt uncomfortable with being blessed by mendel originally but eventually comes around to it and learns to take part in the ceremony and take it seriously (remember he's only about 10 at this point). i feel like trina would have grown in confidence in leading the family service and lighting the candles etc with a supportive partner like mendel and therefore she has a better relationship with her religion
this makes it all the worse when marvin comes crashing in and shouts at everyone in Marvin Hits Trina because imagien they were on a friday early evening and trina's just been making the challah before the sun sets and mendel is setting up the table to welcome the sabbath into the home. and all of a sudden it's marvin in a temper. omg i might cry. ANYWAY sorry i've got off topic.
IN ACT TWO after everyone has grown a little as people and taken their lives into a sort of disjointed peace ("and fitfully we co-exist") i think they start having more room in their busy minds for religion to provide a steady routine and a basic beat for them to live their lives to.
even when marvin and whizzer get back together they obviously dont become strict orthodox jews but i like to think they to take some parts of the religion into their relationship. the thing is i think that after being trapped for so long in a heterosexual marriage that he wasn't made for, marvin would start to equate judaism with his relationship with trina, so he would find it freeing to be much less religious in those two years between act 1 and 2 and even going forwards until jason's bar mitzvah.
A shabbat in falsettoland: eventually i think the whole family (including the lesbians from next door obvs) would have had to have a meal together at some point and what better time to do it than the holy day of rest.! (also jason probably advocated for big family passover at some point - actually maybe not but it's a nice thought and i hope they did it). AND OF COURSE everyone has to make a big deal out of the year of jason's bar mitzvah, because even non-religious jews (my family) make a big deal out of the year of their kid's bar mitzvah.
Jason obviously has a very difficult view of religion, not taking it very seriously because he only ever saw it from the context of marvin and trina's resentful rants about each other. This is shown specifically in The Miracle of Judaism where his first direct encounter with religion is trying to decide which girls to invite to his bar mitzvah... probably not the most holy of discussions. But then of course across act 2 jason has to grow up and mature very quickly to adapt to whizzer's hospitalisation, and to deal with such a difficult situation he turns to religion properly and starts to pray for more traditional things like health obviously. ("hello god... i don't think we've ever really spoken" - Another Miracle of Judaism).
anyway anyway whizzer hospitalisation. when whizzer gets sick it's obviously a huge turning point for everyone and disrupts every sense of order and regularity they might have had in their lives. BUT! i think that obviously in desperate times people look to a higher power to help deal, so everyone wojld become a lot closer to each other through finding comfort in religion as well as the obvious just spending time together for emotional support. i would like to think they occasionally did shabbat in the hospital, though idk how much that would practically be feasible so maybe not. i reckon they all (particularly marvin and jason) did a lot of praying by whizzers bedside.
along the same lines i think charlotte would have had a really difficult time keeping faith during the aids crisis because it takes such a toll on her to be surrounded with death and misery all the time that it would be hard to keep the light of god alive in her life.
i'm not gonna talk much about the bar mitzvah because it's all shown in the musical, i just want to say it was so heartfelt and sweet and i cried and i loved how the religion was finally bringing the falsettos together instead of pushing barriers between them. anyway.
@milolovesbmc brought this to my attention that obviously the falsettos would have to sit shiva for whizzer?? and i need someone to explore that in more depth than i'm able to?? please??? i think that's so touching and tender and sincere and i need someone to delve into it and tell me all about it please and thanks
anyway after whizzer passes they probably stay casually religious, and i would think that marvin starts regularly spending friday night services with the weisenbachfeld household and he and mendel bless jason together, also in whizzers name. i also think trina would again get more comfortable in her role as a wife and leader of the sabbath ceremony etc as well as jason cominh more into his own with his religious and emotional intelligence and takes it upon himself to live maybe even more jewishly than his parents expect.
YGH anyway that's it hope someone enjoyed that and thought it was coherent or interesting. thanks! that's it bye
shabbat in falsettos pls. i need to know if trina and marvin do shabbat properly with jason even though they're divorced. i need to know if trina and mendel keep shabbat even though mendel isn't a huge religious enthusiast. i need to know if marvin and whizzer keep shabbat . i need to know if charlotte and cordelia do shabbat by themselves or maybe with marvin and whizzer. please. shabbat in falsettoland. casual religion in media. save me casual references to jewish life in falsettos
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whateverisbeautiful · 4 months ago
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♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL
#56: The Real CRM (1.06)
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Will the real CRM please stand up? 😁 The thing I most liked about these Rick and Beale exchanges is that while Beale was peeling back the curtain on what the CRM is really about, Rick got to let Beale know about the only CRM he and I recognize - and y’all, that’s Carl, Rick, Michonne. 💅🏽😌...
Beale sees major potential in Rick as he tells him he thinks the next decade's leader might be Rick Grimes. It’s like Okafor said, even though Rick has never wanted power, it’s undeniable that he has it and is a natural-born leader. But I think this natural-born leader is very eager to retire and just be a family man and the world should finally let him. 🙏🏽
Beale notes how Rick came back to them even after so many escape attempts and even despite having had the perfect out because they thought he was dead. They cut to several moments of Rick during his time in the CRM and then Beale says that Rick has become a powerful story that they can essentially parade around to others to convince them of why the CRM is the answer.
Even saying that is so detached and reductive - treating Rick as not a person but a persuasive story.
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Beale talks about how he and Okafor have sacrificed and he says Rick has already sacrificed too as he holds up his prosthetic, a reminder of Rick's willingness to sacrifice his own hand for his family.
Then Beale gets personal yet still seems so detached as he asks, “Who’s the person closest to you who’s died in all of this?” And Andy’s acting is so good as he pauses for a moment and then says, “My son.” I could shed several tears from those two words alone. 🥺
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One; I love how often Carl was acknowledged in TOWL. He’s so impactful to Rick and Michonne so it’s only right. And the way Rick says 'my son' here, it's viscerally evident how personal this is to him. I love how there’s this vulnerability to the way he says it while also trying to keep a guard up.
Rick somberly says, “He’s who I saved tearing out that man’s throat.” Because truly there isn’t anything Rick wouldn’t do for Carl. 😭 And the pain on Rick's face when he says this hits hard. It's like you can visibly see him mentally returning to two extremely heavy moments from his past - the night he killed those Claimers to save Carl and the night he lost Carl in Alexandria.
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And then, despite the fact that this is clearly an extremely hard loss and not easy to talk about, Beale seems like he doesn’t have a heart with his insensitive response.
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Beale says, “But you couldn’t save him in the end.” And him disrespecting Rick and Carl had me wanting to swing on the Major General tbh. 🥊
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After Beale's unfeeling remark, they show a quick clip of Rick and Michonne standing at Carl’s grave. 💔 Then Rick shakes his head and somberly answers, “No.” Which is just 🥺🥺🥺. 
A big element of the pain of this is that, before Carl passed, Rick viewed the weighted act of killing a man with his teeth as an act that kept Carl alive. But now, when he thinks about that moment he also has to think about how Carl still didn't make it, even despite what Rick was willing to do to protect him. 😞
I guess normally this would be an effective tactic from Beale. He gets the soldiers thinking about the person they most loved and lost and how they couldn’t save them, convincing them that committing to the CRM would be a way to prevent those losses and that pain from ever happening again.
But fortunately, after some heart-to-hearts in a crumbling apartment with Michonne, Rick is no longer susceptible to thinking the CRM can’t be beat so they must be joined.
Beale says, “What if I told you, you would never have to suffer that kind of loss again, that wherever you were running to, whoever you were running to…you could keep them safe, you could bring them to us?” For some reason, I doubt the sincerity of this offer.
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And it seems Rick isn't buying it either. Plus, even if it was a legit offer, Rick would never just be content with keeping his people safe while the CRM exterminates mass amounts of other innocent people.
When Beale says, “Family, friends, a love…I don’t give a damn.” the not giving a damn part is clear. You can tell Beale has been so far removed from having people he loves for a long while.
Somewhat adjacent to a mindset that Rick nearly adopted before Michonne helped him return to himself, Beale thinks protecting people is a sufficient replacement for loving people.
Beale says he’ll spare the people Rick loves because he’s willing to take that chance on him. Rick continues to hang onto his knife under the table and Beale can’t tell that he has an increasingly feral Rick in front of him.
Like the way Rick looks at Beale...it was clear that the Major General was about to meet Red Machete Rick real soon. 👌🏽
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Beale goes on to tell Rick about how “The Next World will begin” and my extra self just liked hearing the title of Richonne’s s6 canon episode in TOWL lol. 😊
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The time finally comes for Rick to swear on the sword and then we’re brought back to the moment in ep 1 when Beale wanted to ask a question and get the answer by looking in Rick eyes. And then here in the finale, Beale also gets an answer from Rick’s eyes because rather than swear on the sword and 'not let it take' like Okafor advised, Rick refuses to swear on the sword at all.
Rick's done playing along. So after they show a series of clips of Rick and Michonne taking down opponents in TWD, Beale quickly realizes that he’s got the wrong one as Rick’s expression shifts. He can tell Rick is very clearly in kill mode as Beale then grabs his weapon and says, “No.” But it’s too late.
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Rick chuck’s his knife at Beale and slides across the desk to tackle him down. 👏🏽
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Beale and Rick get into some hand-to-hand combat, with Rick’s prosthetic again shielding him from getting cut up when Beale swings his sword. Beale wants to know why Rick came back if he hadn’t really conformed. Rick doesn’t believe the world is gonna end and Beale says the world won’t but he’s trying to make sure that the human race doesn’t end.
When Rick gets a hold of Beale’s sword he plunges it right through Beale’s hand and Beale’s first response is one of regret that he trusted Okafor enough to give Rick a chance. Cuz clearly that didn't work out too well for Mister Beale. 🙂
And then, after Beale’s long speeches and disrespect throughout this ep, it was finally Rick’s turn to speak. 😌
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Rick lets Beale know, “I never lost my son. I lost myself. He brought me back.” 😭 I love how Rick now knows his son was always with him, even when he thought he lost him. And even after losing himself, his son was still able to bring him back.
Carl brought Rick back so many times as he lived and it’s heartwarming to know he continues to do that from the other side.
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And then y’all already know I am beyond here for the fact that Rick then says, “My wife brought me back.” The way he puts that emphasis on “my wife.” 🔥 Oh he meant this. 💯
And you know it probably felt extra great for Rick to now be able to say 'my wife' knowing he's finally been able to give Michonne a ring like he wanted. 💍😌
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Hearing Rick call Michonne his wife will always be music to my ears. And I love that he can't help but say it with so much passion each time. 😊
And once again Rick has a perfect track record of giving Michonne her flowers. He knows the reason he’s here, and back to being himself, and fighting this fight, is because of his wife. Fighting for him, believing in him, and bringing him back are some of the many ways Michonne saved Rick's life.
I love the way this connects back to Michonne telling Carl that he and Rick brought her back in their heartfelt season 4 finale scene. Carl, Rick, and Michonne all brought each other back. 😭
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(And little does Beale know that the wife Rick’s talking about is one Consignee Bethune. Looks like Beale was right to have her on his radar. 😋)
Rick says, “We’re the sword that kills. We’re the sword that gives life. One life. One unstoppable life.” I like that Rick gets to tell Beale this after the CRM thought they were the only answer.
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Again, he’s letting Beale know who the real C.R.M is and it was moving to see Rick doing this in the name of Carl and Michonne. His son and wife. He represented the Golden Trio well here. 🥹
(And I know some people wanted/expected TOWL to be super focused on CRM content. But the way I see it - it was.👌🏽 Because Carl, Rick, & Michonne sure got a whole lot of focus. 😌)
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Rick's final scene with Beale made it ultra clear that Michonne and Carl give Rick so much strength. They did back then and they still do years later. His wife and kids are why he fights. 👌🏽
And I like that Rick reframed Beale’s mantra to see that it’s the people you love who really are the ones who give life. Hearing Rick say “one unstoppable life” also made me think about how he mentioned in the TWD series finale that Michonne showed him that they’re one unstoppable life.
And that’s why they don’t have to succumb to the doomsday fear of the world ending again because, as this apocalypse has shown, - their one unstoppable life doesn’t end even when the world does. 
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Then Rick concludes by saying, “We’re not dead…You are.” as he, in a bit of poetic irony, kills Beale with his own sword. It’s nice hearing Rick declare “We’re not dead” having lived the last few years feeling like a dead man. The real Rick is alive and well now. 🙌🏽
And the real Rick is also a little crazy, but that’s how it’s always been and we love him for it. 😌
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Also, the snarl with that delivery.👏🏽❤️‍🔥 Rick can be at his most feral and every time I'm still just like...
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Killing the CRM’s most powerful leader right here and now certainly qualifies as putting a major wrench in Richonne's plan, and so Rick has to quickly cover his tracks by telling Pearl that Beale went to the woods alone.
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Then he sees a crate and gets an idea on how to remove the body which leads to another elevator scene. And while that lovely elevator scene in episode 4 was lighthearted and steamy, this next elevator scene is pure suspense. 😨👌🏽
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kantocamping · 1 month ago
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Kichijiro, he/him/his, 42
I'm an experienced bird pokemon trainer of about 30-ish years in the Kanto/Johto areas. I'm currently studying ornithology so I can start a professional career as a researcher. I sell/trade pokemon professionally, so let me know if you're in the market for something in particular. Living in an RV at the moment so I can travel easily for work. Not a league competitor because I don't care about that stuff. Amateur hobbyist photographer.
Feel free to ask me any questions about bird pokemon. Keep in mind that bird =/= flying type! You can still ask about non-bird flying types, but I might not be the best person to go to.
My current team is pidgeot, psyduck, noctowl, delibird, and farfetch'd. Not looking to sell/trade any of my team now or ever.
I'm not used to social media, so go easy on me.
// ooc
hiiii <3 my name is kristopher!! he/him + 22 :] i'm an enviro science/agriculture student, avid birder, and passionate hiker + camper!! please keep in mind that i'm a white american trying to portray a japanese man as best i can; please feel free to let me know if i get anything wrong or do anything insensitive!!
i also run @pikachuwanted (meowth) and @finefeatheredfoes (kichi rp acct)
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the pokemon lore i go with is based on a mixture of the games, anime, and comics, alongside my own headcanons that i've come up with over the years!! i'm totally okay with people interacting who have differing and even totally contradicting hcs to my own!! it's all in good fun.
that said, generally some baseline 'rules' (and i use the word loosely) that'll likely come up often enough i go with are:
pokemon are, essentially, very advanced animals. they can vary in intelligence that ranges from completely feral and relatively unintelligent (ie a magikarp) to extremely intelligent and able to directly communicate with humans (ie mewtwo).
while multiple universes do exist, kichijiro is generally unaware of and skeptical about this concept. most direct references to this will be glossed over and not taken seriously by him.
legendary pokemon are provably real, but rarely seen, and never documented as being captured by trainers. i won't ignore characters that have legendaries, but this won't be referenced outside of direct interactions!
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please keep the following in mind when interacting with me!
content warning: this blog may at any time contain themes of pokemon abuse/death/veterinary care, violence, smoking, drinking, sexual jokes, and discussions of real-world struggles such as transphobia and poverty. red topics will always be tagged! please let me know if you want anything else tagged.
pelipper mail is on, but please don't go crazy with it. magic anons are off.
fallers, eebies, etc. are all fine to interact!
i'm totally down to write literate threads if anyone wants! i love long-form writing and am more than happy to plot something out. all of these will either be on discord or @finefeatheredfoes
kichijiro is kind of a rude person and has a tendency to lie about himself. he's also done a lot of bad things in his life!! he's a complex character with a lot going on. if he's rude/mean to your character, please remember that it doesn't reflect my feelings towards you/your character!!
if you have any issues with me please please PLEASE bring them up to me in dms!!! i'm always willing to talk things out.
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phoenixinthefiles · 11 months ago
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Wear My Love
Miles 42 x reader 💜...🖤🔗 (my first Miles 42! fic be gentle) @dolligent
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There’s a Laffy Taffy wrapper about two feet ahead of you on the library floor, with sticky bits of the candy still in it. You can’t see the riddle but you can see the hearts scattered on the wrapper and the to-and-from tag on the front.
So many teachers handed out Valentine’s candy bags today, it was really sweet. DIdn’t help out the littering problem that so many students seemed to have. 
A sneaker came down on the discarded wrapper, a purple and black sneaker.
Miles stood in front of you with a confused look on his face.
“What are you doin?”
Zoning out so I don’t have to confront the reality of you hating my gift.
Obviously you don’t say that. 
“What are you doing standing on a candy wrapper instead of picking it up? That's not very eco-conscious.”
He gives you a flat look and you give him one right back until he smacks his lips and bends down to pick the trash up. He flips the wrapper around and smirks before looking back up at you.
“What kind of tea is hard to swallow?”
“I don’t know, what kind?” You ask with an eye roll.
“Reality.” He huffs a small laugh, because of course he doesn’t know how ironic that joke really is.
“That’s funnier than half the jokes you tell me, maybe you should start eating more Laffy Taffys.”
Like the mature 16-year-old he is, he throws the wrapper at you before sitting down.
You roll your eyes and crumble the paper up and stick it in your pocket. Presumably to throw away later but you would most likely forget. 
He keeps shifting in his seat and tapping his fingers on the table as you try to continue reading. You already can barely focus on your book not knowing if he’s seen your gift or not, now he’s decided to become a drummer. 
“Miles please.” 
“Yeah? Oh I’m distracting you, my bad.”
“It’s fine I couldn’t focus anyway.” You said as you turned slightly to slip your book back into your backpack.
“Y’know somebody dropped something into my locker?”
Your hand froze on your zipper, when you twisted to face him again Miles was watching you with his eyebrows raised.
“Really, what was it?”
He gave you a deadpan look and you sighed.
Your eyes widened when He started fiddling with the collar of his shirt before pulling out a silver chain.
You immediately started trying to get a read on him; eyes darting from the necklace to his eyes and back. Surely he likes it if he’s wearing it?
Right?
He doesn’t say anything though and you clear your throat. 
“Do you like it? You can be honest, it won't hurt feelings, I just want to know.”
It absolutely would hurt your feelings. More so from the thought that you had overstepped not that he didn’t like it.
Miles reached back and unclasped the dog tags from around his neck. He didn’t look upset, more like he was trying to figure out how to look. 
“I like it, I swear.”
Your breath doesn’t come rushing out of you, but the tightening in your chest loosens and you do take a deep breath. 
“I like it a lot. How’d you get all the information?’
“I asked your mom.”
It was surprisingly easy to find someone who makes custom dog tags. The hard part was psyching yourself up to ask Ms. Río about her husband’s birthday. It took you 15 tries in front of your mirror to come up with the least insensitive way to phrase your question.
It paid off though. Miles likes it.
10 months ago you would’ve thought he was completely unemotional about it.But over time you learned to read him a little better.
Right now he was fiddling with the dog tags and twisting his lips around. 
He was fighting a smile.
He lost the battle against his facial expression and a smile broke out on his face.
You matched it and let out a nervous laugh when he looked at you again. 
He huffed a small laugh and you tried to tame the grin that felt like it would split your face. 
“Thank you.”
You nodded a bit too quickly and you ignored the ache in your cheeks from smiling so hard and the warmth you started to feel in your face.
“You’re welcome, I'm just glad you liked it.”
He nodded and a little smirk took shape on his lips.
“Yeah I like it a lot. Just don’t know why somebody I’ve been dating for 10 months would slip a gift in my locker instead of just giving it to me.” 
Your eyes widened for a split second before you rolled them in an attempt to brush off your embarrassment. 
“I was just adding a layer of mystique.”
“Uh huh, or you was just scared.” He said with a shrug. 
You scoffed but he was dead on. 
“Me? Scared? You must have me confused with somebody else?” 
He rolled his eyes and slipped his hand into his jacket pocket.
You watched him pull out a small box and reach it across the table to you.
He rolled his shoulders back and forth as he watched you pick it up. 
Seems like you weren’t the only one scared.
“What is it?”
He deadpanned again, “What’s the point of telling you instead of you just opening it?”
You rolled your eyes and refocused on the gift.
Gasping as you opened the lid, you pulled out the locket necklace sitting inside.
You looked up at Miles and smiled.
“It’s so pretty.”
He smiled hesitantly and cleared his throat.
“Open it,” he rasped.
You did and your smile grew wider. Inside the locket was a sketch of you from the day you and Miles went to the arcade. It was the only one in the city with a full set of games that still worked.
“I haven’t drawn in a while y’know so…” He trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck.
You can count on one hand the amount of times you’ve seen or heard him talk about drawing something. You can also name everything he drew. Being able to add yourself to that list feels…amazing. 
Trying to calm yourself down and not embarrass yourself by doing something like leaping across the table to hug Miles, you run your hand along the chain of the necklace.
“I don’t know if I look as good as you drew me.”
When you look back up at him he’s staring at you with an expression that’s much too adoring for you to focus on.
“Nah you look better.”
You immediately looked back down at the necklace in your hands and ignored Miles’ snickering.
As you continued to run your fingers along the chain you noticed something and your lips quirk up.
“Did you make the chain yourself?”
He rolled his shoulders again, “It’s that janky?”
You shook your head and tried to match the way his signature smirk. 
“Nah, it’s that good.”
He immediately caught on and let out a small laugh.
“I see what you tryna do, but you just not as smooth as me.”
Your eyes roll again but you laugh a little too, “Whatever Miles.”
You stood up and took the few steps to his side of the table and turned your back towards him. He took the que and stood behind you, taking the clasp and leftover chain and securing it. 
When he finished, you turned to him smiling.
He smiled back at you and straightened his necklace around his own neck.
Before you could second guess yourself you took a step closer and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Happy Valentine's Day Miles.”
His arms came up around you and you could feel his chest heave.
“Happy Valentine's Day, mami.”
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mongeese · 5 days ago
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Lucy Frostblade, a girl for whom sadness and depression feel like a comfort. A girl who will give herself up for anything. Always comporting herself into the most convenient version. A girl for whom anger is not allowed. A tall, gangly girl, stooping to take up less space, draw fewer eyes. She loves and resents her friends' anger in equal measure, loving it as a way to live vicariously through them, resenting it because she cannot be angry herself, whether that's because of society's prejudices or her own hangups or both. That could be all the more interesting and heartbreaking if she's trans
may I submit for your consideration: trans girl lucy frostblade
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ryusuisloveinterest · 9 months ago
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henloo ‼️ how has everything been lately? i hope you're alright and having a nice day/night <3
can i make a request for Ryusui, Sai, Ukyo and Tsukasa with a dyslexic s/o reader? nothing too fancy, just them being comforting because it is actually a very frustrating condition most of the time, haha
that would be it, tysm 🫶
hi anon (you’re now 🐳 anon)! I tried my best because I’m not that familiar with what people with dyslexia go through so if anything so insensitive or offensive I’m sorry and please let me know🙏 I hope you like it💗
Ryusui, Sai, Ukyo, & Tsukasa with a dyslexic s/o🫶
Ryusui:
I don’t see Ryusui really noticing at first lol. If anyone were to ask him if you have dyslexia he’d probably just shrug and be all like “idk but who cares?”
When he sees the red on your face when he points out you’re sentence is missing some words he feels so bad
“Love I didn’t mean to offend you! I’m so sorry I just want you to make a good grade that’s all!”
“I know Ryusui… it’s just so hard dealing with this…”
“With what?”
“Ryusui you know I’m dyslexic right? Ryusui?”
Immediately goes to Senku💀
He wants to know how he can help you
If you want a professional to help with your words and/or writing than bet Ryusui will have like 10 of the best at your doorstep in 10 minutes 
If you just wanted some encouragement than Ryusui’s got plenty of it!
“Hey love it’s alright. Take your time I’ll be here to listen.”
He’s always here for you to vent and to listen no matter what
Sai:
Sai is more likely to catch on, but doesn’t want to say anything because he’s worried he’ll offend you if he’s wrong
He does bring it up though when he sees you having a hard time reading a menu at a restaurant 
“Darling do you want me to read it for you?”
With a blush you nod, that’s all he needs to know
He has no problem helping you 
He makes sure that if you spelt something wrong or need help reading something to whisper it so you’re not embarrassed 
If you ever get frustrated he’s definitely someone to go to. He’s not good with words but while hold you and let you vent
Ukyo: 
He heard you mumbling to yourself when he found out 
“Damn this stupid dyslexia…”
He never brought it up to you but definitely helped a lot
When he talks to you he always waits with a smile for your response 
“Sorry Ukyo, it just takes some time for me to find my words…”
“Hey don’t ever be sorry! Take all the time you need.”
If you ever misspell something he’ll either whisper it to tell you and give you a small sign like gently tapping your shoulder or motioning his head towards the word
He wants to help you in anyway you can, so if you wanna read to him to help yourself then he’s gonna listen
If you wanna write him little notes he’ll read them and identify any changes if needed
“Take deep breaths baby, we’ll get through this together!”
Tsukasa:
He found out when you went to one of his matches
You help a sign that read I love you Tuskasa!! 
He didn’t say anything to you after the match, but Mirai did 😀 kids are so bold I swear
“Big sis that’s not how you spell Tsukasa’s name!”
Your face immediately reddens as you look at the sign again. You didn’t recognize it at first but after slowly reading it you found the issue
“O-oh…my bad. I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s alright princess. No harm done, in fact I love the sign.”
After that Tsukasa asked you about it and told you Mirai didn’t mean any harm in what she said 
“It’s alright my prince, I’m just embarrassed. The whole arena saw that stupid sign.”
“Hey I told you I love it so don’t talk bad about it!”
His next match it was hanging on his side of the ring❤️
He’ll help you in anyway he can 
He also talks to Mirai so she understands of course she gives you a big hug and apologizes
God forbid someone else gives you crap for it cause he’ll knock them straight out without hesitation 
Random dude: “you spelt this wrong. What’re you a kindergartn-“
Tsukasa smacks the shit outta him know he’s knocked out
“Come on y/n let’s go.”
No one messes with his girl
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icequeenbae · 1 year ago
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Boy Next Door (m) Ch.1 | BBH
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Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader
Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut
Warnings [whole story]: Baek being the neighbor we’re all dreaming of, harassment (nothing graphic), a bit of body image/ insecurity, MC sucks at relationships, explicit content, unprotected sex
Word Count: ~18.5k (total), 4.5k (pt.1)
Summary: Your neighbor Baekhyun has been a pleasant acquaintance since you moved into your current apartment almost a year ago. Could he also be… a perfect match?
© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.
Chapter Masterlist: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)
Author’s note: This has taken me so, SO long to write and edit that I cannot believe the time has come to post it lmao I just wanted to write something simple with the classic boy-next-door vibe but as usual, the story ended up being much longer than planned and I am going to post it as a mini-series. Please keep in mind that your feedback is what motivates me to write and post more <3 And biiig thanks to the lovely @beomcoups for taking on the beta duties on this whole story~
Network Tags: @bbh-net  @k-vanity  @ksmutsociety
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PART 1
In the lobby or on your floor – those were the two locations where you’d been bumping into Baekhyun most often. Which wasn’t that strange, considering that you were neighbors. But it somehow always caught you off guard and left you flustered.
Just like the first time.
It happened almost a year ago when you were waiting for the elevator on the first floor of your building with your best friend Yuki, who came early to help you with preparations. A guy in a loose white dress shirt and jeans stepped into the elevator with you, politely greeting you before pressing his floor number.
‘Oh, you live on the 13th as well? So, you and our Y/N are neighbors!’ Yuki exclaimed.
‘Nice to meet you,’ you muttered and bowed, shy from the sudden introduction. He reciprocated, chocolate hair falling into his eyes charmingly.
‘You should come to her housewarming party! It’s in a couple hours,’ Yuki chimed in again. ‘You don’t need to bring anything, it’s just a small thing with a couple friends and neighbors. We’re making sure Y/N-ie settles in nicely here. So please come, we have tons of food!’
If anyone could ever say no to your friend… Well, you had never met such a person. You guessed that Baekhyun was simply too stunned by her enthusiasm, so he said he’d swing by for sure. In a way, you were thankful that she’d asked him – you’d have never had the guts to invite someone like that; especially not anyone as good-looking and cool as Baekhyun.
You regretted letting your bestie invite him the following evening when your party was in full swing for several hours. Most of the food was devoured, so now you were all drinking, crunching on snacks, and conversing; or trying to while jumping from one topic to another.
‘I wish we could gather more often. We all like to hang out with you, you know?’
As always, Yuki nagged at you for being too ‘stay-at-home’ of a friend.
‘I like to hang out too. But home is home. You know parties aren’t really my… favorite pastime.’
‘What is your favorite pastime, lying in bed cuddling your blanket?’ Chanyeol joked insensitively.
He should’ve known better since you were the most troubled in your group of friends regarding relationships. It was super tough for you to find a match, even when you made an effort to get out of the house and meet new people, mostly because of your history of failed relationships where your partners gained interest in someone else. It seemed like you were too plain to hold someone’s attention for long. So, you’d been ‘that single friend’ for several lonely years now. And at this time, you were actually in the very beginning of a new, promising relationship. You were still pretty insecure about it; thus, Yeol’s comment really did make you flinch. He was drunk, so that was understandable, but you still sulked at his words, mainly because they were true.
‘Hey, it doesn’t have to be a blanket.’ You frowned, pressing the straw to your lips in frustration.
‘I’m kinda sad that guy you’ve been talking to couldn’t come,’ Yuki interjected. ‘I wanted to find out what he’s like.’
‘Minho had work-related travel, so he’s resting up.’ You shrugged, sipping your drink timidly.
‘I’m sure the guy made this excuse just to avoid meeting your friends. How long have you known him for, like, two days?’ Chanyeol interjected.
‘It’s been a few weeks, actually,’ you corrected, and Hoseok, Yuki’s boyfriend, muttered a reproaching ‘hyung’ in his direction.
‘Gosh, you’re really this stupid while drunk,’ Yuki shook her head disapprovingly at your friend, who simply shrugged.
Baekhyun was pretty silent during the latest exchange, so when you briefly made eye contact, it reminded you that he could also hear all of that chatter. Which made you want to choke on your drink from humiliation. Thankfully, one of your friends still had some tact left that night, so they quickly changed the direction of the conversation. Still… you’d been mortified for weeks after the event, doing your best to avoid bumping into Baekhyun when leaving for work.
***
The next time you met, Baekhyun was also in the lobby of your apartment building. And once again, before a gathering at your place. Just days prior you had lost it and left your resignation letter at your boss's desk. Working such long hours under the constant pressure of absolutely unrealistic deadlines was taking its toll on you for sure. But when you found out they promoted a person, who was obviously less experienced and capable than you in working (but more capable in flirting with your manager), instead of you… It became the last straw.
Baekhyun appeared right on time as you struggled to push the elevator button with a whole case of beer in your hands.
‘Y/N,’ you heard his velvety voice call. ‘Nice to see you.’
‘Oh- Hi, Baekhyun.’ You greeted awkwardly, puffing from the weight you had to balance.
‘Let me help you with that?’ His suggestion sounded like a question, yet he instantly scooped the case from your hands.
‘You don’t need- thank you,’ you said, and he shook his head to indicate that it wasn’t a big deal.
‘So… having a party again?’ He asked as the elevator doors closed.
‘I wouldn’t call it a party,’ you hummed, looking at your feet. ‘I kinda had to quit my horrible job of 4 years, so my friends are making me celebrate it. Not that becoming unemployed calls for a celebration…’
You trailed off, not wanting to be a nuisance to your neighbor. He was just making small talk.
‘I’m sorry to hear that. Are you taking a break now or looking for something else?’
‘I’ll start looking next week. It’s Friday, my friends are coming… So I’ll try to just clear my mind and rest for one full weekend before I start stressing about a new job. Hopefully, my friends wouldn’t talk my ear off about it – that’s what the beer’s for. My little trick,’ you chuckled sheepishly.
‘Aren’t your friends supposed to treat you in this situation?’ Baekhyun huffed, shaking his head to rearrange his hair and better see you.
‘They should… bring more alcohol with them, I think. I couldn’t have them over for nothing, though.’
The doors opened after a robotic voice announced your floor.
‘Well, anyhow. Thanks a lot for your help!’ You tried taking the beer from Baekhyun, but he didn’t let you.
‘Open the door first; you can’t do it while holding this.’
‘Right. Thanks,’ you fussed, pressing your password in.
Baekhyun quickly placed the case on the floor of your hallway.
‘You should come!’ You blurted out, instantly getting flustered. ‘If you want.’
‘I might drop by if I’m free,’ he smiled softly. ‘My family wanted to have a video call later. That may take long.’
‘Of course. Have fun!’ You nodded, beating yourself up in your mind for being so weird suddenly.
‘You have fun,’ he chuckled, stepping towards his apartment. ‘Oh, and Y/N?’
Looking up at him as he called your name, you were met with his warm yet serious eyes.
‘If you need anything… You know where to find me.’
That made you strangely sentimental.
‘T-thank you.’
He sent you a message later on and let you know he couldn’t make it to your party. But in a way, he was there – on your mind.
***
It was about three weeks after you’d broken things off with Minho. If you could even consider it one, the relationship wasn’t long, only a couple months. At first, you thought it could be something, realizing later that it was only wishful thinking. There was no way the two of you could make it work; you were just not compatible with each other. The more you got to know him, the more you were reassured of that. Your life goals were different, your outlook on relationships was different… even your ideas of quality time with a significant other didn’t match. This time, the initial infatuation wore off rather quickly – probably because you didn’t go out of your way to appease him. You knew it was probably for the better. Pretty much all of your relationships ended the same way, with your boyfriends telling you they found someone else. Someone… more exciting.
This was the case for your first relationship halfway in your first year of university.
‘I’m sorry, Y/N. I just don’t feel the spark, you know? You’re so… domestic,’ your then-boyfriend said in his breakup speech. ‘I’m young, I want to experience stuff, be bold, and have fun. And there are people that I can do this with, who’ll also enjoy it.’
It repeated less than two years later when you’d barely worked up the courage to try and start something with another person. When it happened the third time, you decided you weren’t really made for relationships. It was ironic since you always wanted to be in one. You were very affectionate and were keen on taking care of people. Yes, you weren’t that into big gatherings and parties, and maybe it was a little too difficult to drag you anywhere when you were stressing about the upcoming tests and stuff… But you weren’t completely closed off! Even with those limitations, you were very sociable and had many friends. Was it so bad that you didn’t say yes to every suggestion? Did your inclination to stay at home and have cozy dates instead of outdoorsy stuff make you a non-relationship material? It seemed like every time someone else appeared, your boyfriends easily decided to move on.
And even though you weren’t in love with Minho, this breakup still made you sour. What made this particular day suck was that you’d found out that he was already in a new relationship; happily broadcasting it everywhere.
You weren’t jealous of him for being with someone else. You envied him for being able to find another partner in mere days after you parted ways, while for you, it felt like you’d never find or be able to retain anyone. Ever. Never ever.
‘Earth to Y/N!’ You jumped from someone’s voice ringing in your ears.
Looking up, you saw that the elevator doors were held open by your dashing neighbor, who was staring directly at you.
‘Sorry, I spaced out,’ you quickly entered. ‘Hi.’
‘Hey,’ Baekhyun smiled, pressing the button for your floor. ‘Is everything okay?’
‘Um, yeah. No. I mean-’ You sighed. ‘I’m just a bit out of sorts.’
‘Trouble at work?’
‘No, my new job is great. A huge improvement on the previous one. It’s just… everything else is not nearly as great?’
Yeah, because you pushed yourself to get back on the market to finally not be alone, and here you were. Back to square one.The sniffling you produced startled even your own self.
‘Oh god, I’m sorry.’
‘It’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry about,’ he replied, his voice gentle. ‘Do you want to talk?’
‘Oh no, I wouldn’t dream about boring you with my stupid problems.’
‘I’m sure they aren’t stupid,’ he said. ‘And I have ice cream. Almost any flavor you could think of.’
You looked at him silently, and he smiled again reassuringly.
‘It’s not mandatory for you to tell me anything. But I can treat my favorite neighbor with some ice cream, can I not?’
‘Am I your favorite just because you don’t know anyone else?’ You snickered gawkily.
‘No. Not just-’
He was interrupted by the usual announcement of your floor.
‘So, what do you think? You can change first and then come, no hurry. I’m free tonight.’
You puckered your lips, genuinely intrigued by his offer. Ice cream sounded perfect right about now. Although agreeing just because of the promised treats was pretty childish, you couldn’t help but be seduced by his suggestion. So, you gave him a shy nod.
‘Okay. Throw on something comfy and come over.’
You entered your respective apartments, and only after the door behind you locked… you realized that your heart was racing.
‘Damn you, Y/N, why did you agree to do this??’ You whined, catching a glimpse of your scrunched-up face in the mirror.
Fishing your phone out of your handbag quickly, you messaged Yuki.
You | I fucked up, Yu!!
You | Idk what to do now…. ㅠㅠ
Ki-yaah | What happened?? Did you like a pic on Minho’s new gf’s SNS??
Ki-yaah | I’m so dumb for telling you about this… I’m so sorry Y/N ㅠㅠ
You | No, not that
You | Who cares about Minho and his girlfriend??
You | I mean, I was a bit salty about this… But I met Baekhyun again!
Ki-yaah | Baekhyun? Your cute as fuck neighbor Baekhyun??
You | No
You | Yes?
You | My neighbor Baekhyun. I blurted out that I wasn’t in the greatest mood, and he invited me to his place for ice cream!
Ki-yaah | WHAT
Ki-yaah | YAH
Ki-yaah | THAT SLEEK BASTARD
Ki-yaah | I hope you’re texting me from his couch
Ki-yaah | Or kitchen counter
Ki-yaah | Or wherever you kids decide to do it
A bunch of obscene emojis appeared on your screen, making you blush on the spot.
You | Do it?? We’re not doing anything. I’m home!
Ki-yaah | So, you’ve already done it?? HOW WAS IT??
Ki-yaah | Waaah, you’re quick these days, Y/N-ah! Finally, you’re learning your lessons
Ki-yaah | I hope you wrapped it up though
Ki-yaah | I wouldn’t blame you if you skipped it, though, I can imagine how starved you are on good sex.. Still, safety first!
Ki-yaah | Wait, so was he?? Any good??
Ki-yaah | You’re silent!
She typed so fast that you didn’t even have a second to write back, mostly from shock – your friend wasn’t always this shameless, actually.
Then she started calling.
‘Yah, why aren’t you spilling the beans?? Too worn out to type, bestie?’ She smirked on the phone, making you cringe.
‘Because there’s nothing to spill! I haven’t even gone over yet.’
There was a second of silence.
‘… What?!’
‘I have to change; I just came from work, you know? My makeup needs fixing too…’
Your phone instantly started vibrating as a video call request came in, which you begrudgingly accepted.
‘Damn, you can’t go like this. It’s not seductive at all!’ She exclaimed.
‘I’m not going over to seduce anyone! And he told me to wear something comfy…’
‘What?? Hm, actually…’ She tapped her index finger on her chin, deep in thought. ‘He does look like the type to be into that.’
‘I-into what?’
‘Cute girls! I told you already, he was probably crushing on you since the time he came to your housewarming party!’
‘Pfft, that’s ridiculous. And don’t bring up him allegedly glaring at Yeol for his stupid comments again, I beg of you!’
‘Alright. But he’s always so nice to you! Oh-Em-Gee, you’d look so cute together,’ she squealed.
‘I don’t have time for this. I can’t have him waiting for much longer, and I need to shower…’
‘Yes! And remove your makeup while you’re at it.’
‘Huh?? If I redo my makeup… isn’t it gonna look strange? Like I’m trying too hard?’
‘You won’t have to redo it. You’ll have only very basic nude makeup on. Looking all natural and cute.’
‘I swear, if you say ‘cute’ one more time-’
‘Can’t a girl dream?? I can already imagine how cute your children would be…’ Your friend kept musing.
‘I’m hanging up.’
‘Yah, take this seriously. Clean up nicely, and let your hair down. Also, shave your-’
‘Yuki!!’
‘You never know!! One second, he’s licking ice cream off his spoon; the other, he’s l-’
Quickly tapping on your phone screen, you canceled this embarrassing call. The vivid images didn’t leave your mind as fast, though, so you shivered, shaking your head to get rid of the obscenities.
‘She’s a bad influence, for sure,’ you muttered, still ashamed of yourself for imagining your neighbor in such a context.
The time was ticking, so you decided that Yuki was somewhat right and needed to clean up. You also needed to hurry the heck up; you didn’t want to make Baekhyun wait too long. Thirty minutes later, you were in front of his door.
‘Come in, come in,’ he ushered you inside, having you change your footwear for the pink house slippers.
Why did he have those again?
‘Cute, right? I ordered them for my niece and got the size completely wrong, but they fit you perfectly. I guess I wasn’t wrong after all.’
He looked at your feet for another second before blinking and clearing his throat.
‘Let’s not waste any more time, everything’s ready. Come on!’
Everything? Did he prepare a whole reception?
You took a good look at the back of his head as he walked you to his kitchen, noticing that his hair was slightly wet. Did he also shower? You swallowed at the thought. He probably didn’t invest as much time into the preparations as you did, though. You blamed your best friend for the inappropriate thought she planted in your head!
‘Here, take a look.’
He opened his freezer, and you gasped.
There was an entire collection of ice cream. Cones, popsicles, buckets… All different flavors and manufacturers.
‘I see you’re impressed,’ he smirked. ‘I have a niece and a nephew, you know? Kids aren’t easy to please these days.’
‘Can’t deny that I am. How many do you have here?’
‘No idea… I just keep buying them. Which one’s to your liking? You can try different ones. I’m in the mood for mint choco and lemon.’
‘Those are my favorites!’ You jumped up like a kid.
‘Really? Both?’
‘Yeah! I haven’t seen a lemon ice cream anywhere, only sorbets! Where did you find it?’ You closed the freezer as he got the two buckets out.
Baekhyun suddenly seemed pleased with himself.
‘You think I give away trade secrets just like that…’ He replied mysteriously.
‘I wanna buy some too,’ you pouted, circling around him while he took the lids off. ‘If you don’t tell me… I’ll eat all of yours!’
‘Ha, go ahead. There’s more where that came from,’ he teased right back, hovering slightly over you.
Lowering your gaze to avoid staring directly at him, you noticed something.
‘What’s this?’
Baekhyun turned back to the counter.
‘Ah, this old thing? You know how ice cream scoops are sold in paper cups or cones? This thing,’ he picked it up. ‘Is to make those. Watch.’
He dipped the instrument in water and shook it slightly, then scooped the mint ice cream, creating a smooth green ball with tiny pieces of chocolate adding to its hue.
‘Cool,’ you muttered, genuinely finding that fascinating.
‘Right? It’s awesome!’
‘Let me guess: the kids don’t appreciate it enough?’ You asked.
‘Those little- Here, you try with lemon.’ He pressed on a small lever and dropped the green globe into a bowl.
You shook your head.
‘I’ll mess it up; you do it.’
‘Come on, Y/N. You can’t mess it up; it’s just ice cream.’
‘Just ice cream? You don’t deserve to know the secret selling spots for this!’
He snorted, moving to the side to give you more space to try and repeat his previous actions.
You dipped it in water like he did and shook it before moving the lemon ice cream bucket closer. Spending about twenty seconds taking aim, you huffed.
‘I can’t do it! Yours is so round and pretty; I am not that professional.’
‘I’ll help,’ he chuckled at your meltdown, holding your wrist and softly pressing down on your hand to guide it. ‘Scoop it this way to make it full and round.’
You did as you were told, yet your mind was far away from the scooping technique. The entire focus of your being was now set on the unprecedented proximity you were in. He held your hand, his chest so close to your shoulder that you could feel the heat radiating off him. When you dropped a yellow ball of lemon ice cream into the bowl, you could only pray that he didn’t notice the goosebumps littering your arms.
‘See? Yours is even better-shaped than mine,’ he hummed close to your ear.
‘Y-yeah.’
As if sensing your perturbation, Baekhyun suddenly stepped back.
‘Trying just two flavors is a waste of an evening. Let’s get more.’
Ten minutes later, you were sitting in his living room at the small table in front of his couch. The bowl with at least a dozen different ice creams sat atop another one, which was filled with ice.
‘No one likes melted goo, right?’ Baekhyun chuckled while constructing this mobile freezer.
You tried all of them one by one, gushing about each flavor.
‘The grape one isn’t tickling my fancy,’ he said, nudging the oddly-colored glob away.
‘Really?’ You reached for it with your spoon.
‘Don’t even try it. That’s bad,’ he scrunched his nose. ‘I can taste every chemical they used to make this grape flavor.’
You laughed, trying it despite his protests.
‘It tastes like… very cheap jelly,’ you said.
‘Exactly! Such a strange texture. Hmm, I shall look for a better option then. My nephew Siwoo loves grapes.’
You smiled at his concern for his youngest family member’s preferences.
‘Your nephews must be the happiest kids in town with an uncle like that,’ you murmured, stealing a bite from the rest of the lemon ball that he subtly nudged your way earlier.
‘They’re pretty lucky, aren’t they?’ He agreed easily, earning a snicker from you.
As you savored the last of the lemon flavor on your tongue, he leaned in, eyes focused on your lips.
‘You eat just like Siwoo,’ he instinctively wiped your lower lip with his thumb.
Looking up at him, you caught the moment he realized what he was doing and retreated.
‘Sorry,’ he muttered awkwardly. ‘It’s a habit.’
Pressing your finger to your lower lip, which was now burning, you shook your head neutrally.
‘It’s okay. You must spend a lot of time with them,’ you scooped more in your spoon to somehow soothe the burn on your lips.
‘Not as much as I’d like. Most of the time, our schedules don’t match up, especially with them living in a different city. I try to have them over or visit them as much as possible.’
Baekhyun’s voice became warmer as he reminisced.
‘I get scolded by hyung a lot for spoiling them. But what can I do? At least they’ll have those pleasant memories and presents to remember me by while we’re apart.’
‘Are they close in age?’
‘About four years apart. Seoyul is pretty grown already; I can’t believe her little brother is going to school soon as well.’ He smiled, remembering something. ‘When she started her first grade, he was so upset. He cried every time she left the house.’
‘Aw, that’s so cute,’ you cooed. ‘So they’re getting along well?’
‘Yeah, apart from the occasional bickering. Siwoo is… a boy.’
‘A little daredevil?’
‘He’s driving his noona insane sometimes. To be honest, I was exactly the same at his age. We’re both lucky to have siblings several years older.’
‘Ah, so your hyung is much older than you?’
‘Seven years. He was almost like a father,’ Baekhyun chuckled. ‘But had he been even a couple of years younger… Pretty sure he would’ve given me a piece of his mind back then.’
‘I wouldn’t ever imagine that you were a maknae of your family.’
‘Why? I had so much aegyo as a child! Yes, my mom had to exercise lots of patience, but I was cute as hell.’
‘I’m sure that’s how it was,’ you hummed.
‘I’m still in the top-3 cutest of our family list. Might even be cuter than Seoyul at times; she’s way too serious these days.’
‘Wow, going over your nephews’ heads after the title… How mature of you.’
‘Hey, don’t blame me for being extremely cute.’
‘Show me some aegyo then,’ you challenged him with a smile.
‘Huh, you wish. You’re not ready for my aegyo, Y/N-ie.’ He responded sassily.
‘Is that so?’ You smirked, holding his gaze up until the chime of your phone provided an interruption.
Your bestie found a great time to pry into your business, which was evident from the message previews on the screen.
Ki-yaah | You’re not texting me back…
Ki-yaah | Which either means that you chickened out…
Ki-yaah | …or his stamina is REALLY freaking impressive
Ki-yaah | Which one is it??? I hope it’s the latter!
You inhaled sharply and started coughing, barely managing to swipe those messages off the screen before Baekhyun could see them.
‘Are you okay?’ He patted you on the back to help you overcome your coughing fit.
‘Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t realize it was so late… It was so rude of me to keep you up. Let me help you clean this up.’
‘Leave it,’ he shook his head, catching you by the wrist. ‘I’ll put this away later.’
‘I’ll… get going then,’ you stood so abruptly that your legs couldn’t keep up with you, completely numb from being in the same position for so long.
‘Y/N!’ Baekhyun rose to catch you by the arms. ‘Take a second, sit on the couch. Your legs must’ve fallen asleep.’
You swatted at your legs with your palms, urging the blood flow to restore quicker.
‘Sorry…’
‘Why are you sorry? I’m not in a hurry to get rid of you.’ He stated simply.
‘It’s just so late… and… you must have stuff to do.’
‘Nope. I actually had fun. I rarely get to sit around at home munching on ice cream and enjoying another grownup’s company.’
You bit your lip shyly at his words, and he suddenly tsked.
‘Although I feel like we were mostly talking about me. That’s a shame. I want to hear about you as well,’ Baekhyun mused, walking you to the door. ‘Well, let’s save it for next time.’
Next time, he said.
Next time??
You turned your back on him to conceal the shade of your cheeks and pretended to fidget with the doorknob.
‘Let me,’ he reached over you, pressing his warm chest to your back for a second to unlock the door.
But before you could step outside, his fingers wrapped around your forearm in a lax hold.
‘And Y/N… If you ever find yourself craving some lemon ice cream… I’m ready to provide it.’
With that, he pushed the door open and allowed you to leave his apartment.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! Another BBH mini-series started 💫 I hope you enjoyed part 1~ Pls let me know what you think via comments, asks and reblogs, my darlings 💜 Also, I am very curious if you are picturing anyone in particular as Hoseok hehe 🙃
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Hi! Hope you're having a nice, wonderful even, day or noon or evening or night; love your work and how quick you are with it but please don't forget to take care of yourself!
Can I ask for Furina and Wanderer (my two kinnies) with a s/o who usually acts cheerful with them and is the sunshine of the relationship except they have secretly been developing insecurities over time, either because of Wanderer making some comments that didn't really have much meaning to them like her eating a bit more than usual or her hair growing long or from them not being able to cheer up Furina after the whole Fontaine thing blew over and finally; they break down all together, not eating anything, not saying anything most of the time for fear of annoying or boring them and constantly telling them that they can break up with them any time they want as they don't want to force them into this relationship
I am and I hope you're having a wonderful day or noon or evening or night too! Thank you! You’re so sweet!
Furina and Wanderer with sunshine!s/o who usually acts cheerful with them except they have insecurities
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Furina
In the days following the Fontaine prophecy coming true Furina could see you were particularly down and she didn’t know why. She tried her best to cheer you up but it was hard when she herself was still recovering from the prophecy coming true and being able to finally relax. To stop pretending to be someone she wasn’t.
Finding her identity and recovering from the disaster while trying to help out her normally peppy now solemn lover was difficult. Furina had tried so many things before it became really bad and turned into a very alarming situation. She brought the both of you to her favorite dessert place which put a smile on her face and faintly saw one grace yours before returning to your normal expressionless one.
Slowly she took a forkful of her cake and brought it up to your lips, smiling hopefully at you now that she would be happy if you were happy and enjoy the new freedom she had to live completely relaxed with you.
“Look I know I’ve been depressed for a while and you probably felt bad about being unable to cheer me up but you were the most important reason for me to try and live my life now. So I want nothing more than for us to have fun and enjoy living so wanna try a bite of my cake? It’s sweet and then we can make macaroni after with your favorite drink.”
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Wanderer
Wanderer knows that he makes comments to people that seem insensitive and harsh but people closer to him (or people he didn’t push away) know they almost never had any real bite to them. One or more of his comments must have gotten to you because you haven’t been eating or drinking much and what you have been eating is what he’s been heavily encouraging. He was a bit unsettled at first but as days passed, days he thought would result in your return to your usual bright happy self, you didn’t return to your previous self if anything you got worse.
Your hair had grown not that you cared and you’ve been muttering how you don’t want him to be forced into a relationship, how you’d be okay if he broke up with you which sounded insane. Wanderer had found the person who genuinely cared for him and who he cared about as well and now you were suddenly alright with abandoning him again. No! He wasn’t at all going to leave you or let you leave him!
So one night he had enough of his half-assed plans and dragged you out to Sumeru City, gathering ripe fruit and tea leaves that catered to both of your tastes. He then helped you up the great tree to a sizable platform that stuck up and had a great view of the sky, something he knew was fake but it was just as beautiful as you.
“I don’t I probably said something dumb that might have offended you but I hope you know I didn’t mean it at all. You have stayed with me despite how harsh I come off as and like hell I want this relationship to end. Not when you’ve stayed with me and I care about you a lot. I’m sorry I said something that hurt you.”
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